Last breath “Poem”

I have always paid attention to a dying person

I saw my own dog once taking its last breath

Last breath is the hardest thing to do

Last breath is like the last song which seizes thinking

Thinking makes us alive rest is mechanical like a machine

Last breath is a struggle to get life out of the confines of the body

The soul is liberated in our last breath

We all take our last breath uniquely

My last breath will be like a distant smile of a stranger

I will be happy that I am dying

What greater happiness is in life could be if not death?

I am always ready to die and I am always ready to take my last breath

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