Remember World Remember
REMEMBER WORLD REMEMBER
BY KHADIJA RUPA
When a fresh new leaf splits,
in a season it was meannt
to live whole,
to live whole,
when a new branch breaks,
in a phase it was supposed to
bear sweet berries,
when a bud withers,
exactly when it was
to bloom into a vibrant flower,
when the strongest root detaces
and it can no longer
nourish its undeveloped parts,
remember world, remember,
a tree like that isn't dead;
it lives death by living its life.
Sometimes death isn't what happens
when living comes to an end;
sometimes death is-- living, too.
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