Certainly the beauty of a rose
Its fragrance and green leaves
Or the howling winds
Where they go no one knows
And sweet spring seasons never leave
Or the stoic moon
Cries of the Northern Loon
The temples built and rebuilt
The fine starlight disappearing after night
The endless tides
A tear a laugh a cry
The youth of babes is too easy to save
A name a face a moment in time
The sun never fading
And memory never changing
The lives of house flies
Birds in the skies
The number of human lives
Because no one ever dies.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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