Death is quiet
Death is reasonable spiritually
Death is the old man alone in a cafe
Death is conceived as seasons changing
Death is traversed from table to table
Death is laughter of centuries
Death is never taught what humans are
What is human if never finished or infinite
Spirit is infinite
Human life is the body of a sunset
On and on we see the colors of the human nature
Yet it's put to bed every single night
Gone on the other side
For others to witness the creation of color
So has death
Sunset is quiet
Sunset is reasonable spiritually
Sunset is the old man alone in a cafe
Sunset is conceived as seasons changing
Sunset is traversed from table to table
Sunset is laughter of centuries
Sunset is never taught what humans are
What is a sunset if never finished or infinite
Human life is the body of a sunset
Yet it's put to bed every single night
Gone on the other side
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