The dust of age lays on our souls
a crumbling page, dying coals
An ashened ember glows and dies
an image remembered in our eyes
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2022 07:34
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This feels like the very end of life and beyond.
Thank you for commenting on my poem. Just as the beginning of life is the end so is the end the beginning.
I really like this. It moves you beyond space time.
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