Before



One is born but to leave
A brief flowering
Before
All the wonders which weave
Belief towering
No more
Let those moments transpire
Transpose , transform suppose
Reborn
Like Light like dreams aspire
Who knows the storm is close
To torn
In two
What is there to bereave
One is born but to leave
A brief flowering,
Before



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Written on 2018-09-22 at 16:24

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Sameen
A meditation that leaves a lot to think. And, as always, I enjoy your versifying.
2018-09-22