The Hymn of Life
The Hymn of Life
I see faces
None of which I remember
Those who resurge in a dream
They remind me of the oath,
I make every December
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For if the breath could speak
It would tell a story
Whose beginning we celebrate
But whose end we fear
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It’d chant the hymn of life
Whose sheet we forget
Suddenly miss when
Again, get lost in the gap
Between the beginning and the end
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Rising.. we get carried away
(Full)filed we are, oh so suddenly
For what’s momentary. Mortal.
And, we’re indulging
In what takes it away
The breath, that is
For we’d rather be breathless
Than awake...
Wanting more, Always more
Of “feeling alive”. Beseeching
We get lost in that ecstasy
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Then we fall
And all falls apart
Another rise to fall
Another attempt to breathe
Another plea,
Another glance we steal
Of each other,
And we look up at the sky
Then I see faces,
I never remember
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The oath of December
The oath of the living
Who are those in my dream?
Do they know how ethereal it is
To surrender to this hymn
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We’ve been holding our breath
It’s been tiring
A fight we think we can win
Only by rising
Of the fall we still fear
And how many falls
Until the next time, we breathe
-Imane Ben
