There is this twig
Long dead
And there is this
Dew clinging
On its side
Even for a very
Short time
There is this death
Long time dead
And there is this
Life
Clinging only for a
Very short moment
There is
You and there is also
I, in a short while
There is really no
Us
Even to utter.
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