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The Eternal Cup of Life
Put up, not away,
forever is a home an eternity away.
Can not find solace in my reflections haste.
It begs to move on, I lose to depravity,
I am gone.
A glimmer of bright undoes the blight.
A shimmer of times of wholeness begin to breech.
Beseech and behold, the withered king is whole.
Choose not, when it's time to do so.
Befall the mighty, hath times of serendipity filled up my cup?
Does it run over?
Perhaps no, it is only being spilled.
Perioulis is the virtue of the noble son.
© WordHeavy
forever is a home an eternity away.
Can not find solace in my reflections haste.
It begs to move on, I lose to depravity,
I am gone.
A glimmer of bright undoes the blight.
A shimmer of times of wholeness begin to breech.
Beseech and behold, the withered king is whole.
Choose not, when it's time to do so.
Befall the mighty, hath times of serendipity filled up my cup?
Does it run over?
Perhaps no, it is only being spilled.
Perioulis is the virtue of the noble son.
© WordHeavy
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