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The stomach of the earth never gets full,
Across centuries and millennia, consuming all,
People come and go, like seasons' sway,
But death's dark toll keeps ringing, night and day.
We're buried deep, our bodies lost in earth,
Yet still, we're dying, our legacy in birth,
Memories fade like autumn leaves that fall,
And like the earth, our stories are devoured by all.
Yet in this cycle, there's a hidden grace,
Of lives lived, loved, and lost, now gone to ground,
A legacy of dust, where love and memories resound.
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Author:
Ndou Rolivhuwa (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a reflection on the inevitability of death and the earth's role in consuming and transforming life. It's a reminder that our legacies are fleeting, and our stories will eventually be devoured by time. Yet, in this cycle, there's a hidden grace - a testament to the enduring power of love and memory. May we cherish our time on this earth and honor the memories of those who have come before us.
- Category: Nature
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