When The Times Become Death

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‎When the times become death and hang

‎I hang from the branches of a dead tree

‎The tree is very tall and ancient

‎I can hang freely

‎Age is in favor of time

‎Standing time is like death

‎I hang with a red ribbon on my head

‎The valley of change does not attack me.

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‎I know the long history of death

‎The soul does not deny history

‎I know the scent of death

‎This scent is permanent in my bones

‎I live in every moment of time

‎I love every moment

‎This love of mine is exclusively my own

‎Don’t blame me

‎The love of a hypocrite has many colors

‎My love is colorless like death, eternal and breathless

‎Your complaint is to time

‎To each his own time, to his own love

‎As life is close to time

‎Death is also close to love

‎Life without love is lifeless

‎However, love cannot bind death.

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