Hey there, guess what! Your favorite (Fiorella hopes) correspondent is swinging to a new mood, and she'll be pulling some of her old favorites out for you to enjoy or no, like as follows:
The Lightbringer
Because they do not want
To bother with the shades,
My children squint and grope about
In the darkened house every morning,
So every dawn
I go to the windows
And raise the shades myself
To let the sun shine on their lives
Reeling
I'm flying on winds of glory
I'm red-nosed and wobbly and gay
What if I die tomorrow?
At least I have lived for today!
Immortality
Do slimming snails dream of snail heaven?
Do cows believe in meadows in the sky?
Do designing apes imagine life hereafter?
Do elephants aware they too will die?
Do animals know of death than pain?
Do animals know more of death than pain?
Or was it prime in our ignoble flight
From ancient Eden's cursed and blessed tree,
That we alone know death and thus know life?
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