The Art of Dying: A Haibun
Posted by magicalmysticalteacher
One day I will practice the art of dying. Darkness will gain the upper hand. No one will ring mournful bells from the church spire to announce my passing. While feuds and wars continue on Earth, I will be at peace, having slipped away into a wild and wonderful place. No more false living for me!
tell me again the reason
nothing stays the same.
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