When life refused to befriend Zooni,
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She chose to look forward to death.
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She had believed too much in life’s loony
tunes, dying was windy, cool and woolly.
She sat across in quietude for a while,
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For she knew not, what death could bring her?
Yet she chose to silence it all,
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Slowing down her bright tunes once agile.
She renounced it all, nothing could
ever be her own, “nothing should.”
she thought. “All is stained in colours
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unknown, when I do not get what I choose.”
She was happy, she was always on her own, free.
Always in a forest, some of men, some of many tree.
Here she stood amongst trees, yet not alone.
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But then, the world missed her, searched for her.
She did not leave though, calling it her home.
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They plundered her thoughts, trying to scare her dare,
since on earth no one can actually bare
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their souls, refuse to submit to games so foul.
But, then she stuck to the tree,
learnt to live life with them as friends in wee
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hours, none could make her unhappy
none could make her dance to their unscathed
Stories of the old. She lived and lived for she chose death
But, death said, “you have a long way to go, the wraith
of all, has left you, free, clean you are one of my own.
Therefore, live as I fend for you in silence unknown.”
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