#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

With dreams that light the darkest night, And hearts that beat with purest might, They chase the dawn, they seek the sun, In battles fought, in victories won.

Their stories weave a tapestry,
Of hope and love, of mystery,
Of moments lost and moments found,
In whispers soft, in echoes loud.

Each step they take, a mark is made,
In fleeting time, their paths displayed, With courage fierce, they face the storm, In every shape, in every form.

The gate ahead, a beacon bright,
Calls them forth, towards the light, Where peace awaits, and sorrows cease,
A place of joy, eternal peace.

For every soul that passes through, Knows they are seen, and they are true, To journeys vast, to lives profound,
In endless sky, their spirits bound.
© Shaaruu'sArt