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Life and Death
In the hush of dawn, the first breath drawn,
A wisp of light where shadows spawn.
Life, a spark in the sea of cold,
Bold in its quest, tender, yet old.
On slender paths, the roots take hold,
Stories untold, in whispers rolled.
A river’s glide through hills of stone,
A murmured hymn in undertone.
The hands of time, unseen, unfurled,
Shape the tapestry of this world.
Each moment carved, both fierce and kind,
A fleeting trace, the soul confined.
The seasons turn with measured grace,
The bloom, the fall, a measured pace.
Spring’s soft green, the summer’s blaze,
And autumn’s fire, winter’s haze.
Yet even in death’s deepest shroud,
There lies a seed, serene and proud.
For when the dark extends its reach,
Life, in silence, learns to teach.
Not in defeat, nor cowering dread,
But in a dance where spirits wed.
A cycle spun, both loss and gain,
A song repeated, a sweet refrain.
Oh, how the living weave their days,
In fervent sun and gentle grays.
The laughter leaping on the air,
The silent moments, soft and rare.
Each heartbeat, tremor, joy or ache,
A ripple on existence’s lake.
We are but notes in endless chords,
Carved from stardust, shaped by lords.
And when the curtain draws its line,
And eyes close on the last divine,
What is it then that whispers true?
A breath renewed, or skies of blue?
The body fades, the tale re-spun,
An echo, long after breath is done.
Life, the phoenix, in ember rise,
A spark in depths of somber skies.
The past and future blend as one,
The moon bows low before the sun.
The dew on grass, the flame in flight,
Reveal the secrets of the night.
For death is not the final call,
But a bridge across, a sacred hall.
Through veils of night, where spirits dare,
A silent promise, whispered prayer.
Every leaf that finds the ground,
Knows that spring comes round and round.
Every tear, each sigh, each fall,
Echoes life’s relentless thrall.
The sun shall rise, as shadows flee,
For bound we are, eternally.
In roots that clutch and stars that roam,
In earth below and skies that foam.
So here we stand, a flame, a breath,
Between the dance of life and death.
A tale unwinds, forever spun,
An endless path beneath the sun.
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A wisp of light where shadows spawn.
Life, a spark in the sea of cold,
Bold in its quest, tender, yet old.
On slender paths, the roots take hold,
Stories untold, in whispers rolled.
A river’s glide through hills of stone,
A murmured hymn in undertone.
The hands of time, unseen, unfurled,
Shape the tapestry of this world.
Each moment carved, both fierce and kind,
A fleeting trace, the soul confined.
The seasons turn with measured grace,
The bloom, the fall, a measured pace.
Spring’s soft green, the summer’s blaze,
And autumn’s fire, winter’s haze.
Yet even in death’s deepest shroud,
There lies a seed, serene and proud.
For when the dark extends its reach,
Life, in silence, learns to teach.
Not in defeat, nor cowering dread,
But in a dance where spirits wed.
A cycle spun, both loss and gain,
A song repeated, a sweet refrain.
Oh, how the living weave their days,
In fervent sun and gentle grays.
The laughter leaping on the air,
The silent moments, soft and rare.
Each heartbeat, tremor, joy or ache,
A ripple on existence’s lake.
We are but notes in endless chords,
Carved from stardust, shaped by lords.
And when the curtain draws its line,
And eyes close on the last divine,
What is it then that whispers true?
A breath renewed, or skies of blue?
The body fades, the tale re-spun,
An echo, long after breath is done.
Life, the phoenix, in ember rise,
A spark in depths of somber skies.
The past and future blend as one,
The moon bows low before the sun.
The dew on grass, the flame in flight,
Reveal the secrets of the night.
For death is not the final call,
But a bridge across, a sacred hall.
Through veils of night, where spirits dare,
A silent promise, whispered prayer.
Every leaf that finds the ground,
Knows that spring comes round and round.
Every tear, each sigh, each fall,
Echoes life’s relentless thrall.
The sun shall rise, as shadows flee,
For bound we are, eternally.
In roots that clutch and stars that roam,
In earth below and skies that foam.
So here we stand, a flame, a breath,
Between the dance of life and death.
A tale unwinds, forever spun,
An endless path beneath the sun.
© All Rights Reserved
