Dieing

I question the same question
Since Adam and Eve

I question the breath

I question to listen frantically the answer

If I can hear a whisper

The question of death

When living

The most alluring

The mysterious, the un-captured truism

I question of the only

When living

Not of life

Life I live

Death will I live

To know to feel the bare hug

The intimacy, the passion, the closeness

The breath. The death.

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