Birth and Death became One

Birth met death. 

Death blended in with birth. 

Death ripped hope out

And only broken reflections 

Of a future remained. 


Time slowly moved forward 

What was disappeared into 

The sands of grief

And what remained was

Broken puzzle pieces.


Where birth walked so did death -hand in hand

And death blended in with birth

Ripping out 

Dreams of a future

That would remain untouched

Through a looking glass.

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