Flight

By dying

I have been born in the eyes and

Minds of many.

If only death could recur!

I envision my hair flowing forcefully

While my eyes remain shut

And hands spread like wings

That cannot fly.

A sudden calmness ripples through

the body

Everything seems beautiful

For that one moment

After which the body hits the ground.

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