Epitaph
gone but not forgotten
By Jeffrey SparksPublished 8 months ago • Updated 8 months ago • 1 min read
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Here lies latent hope,
with the means to rise,
for there is beauty,
undiscovered, tucked away.
Idle for tides to turn
from the fermenting chaos,
blowing like a breeze outside,
to sheltered and safe,
without a way to decay.
Unchained to grow with no bounds,
from the axioms of wisdom,
love, and springs of life.
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Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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