Living or dying
Breathing or breathless
One keeps going, the other shows ending
Night or day, they both hold either
One is sorrowful, one is eager
Mothers cry for joy and pain
When they lose, or when they gain
As life comes so those death
Natural, expected, something that must respected
No matter what is taken or left in its place
When the end claims its prey
There wont be any words left to say
~Kitty Kat~
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