Yodo
Live each day as if it were your first
Die, one day, as if it were your last
That spirit of eagerness dies a little
each new moonset. Then a-sun rises
It then resurrects
when one’s on the brink of death
A moment breathes
And silence speaks
Live for your fight
Then fight for your life
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