The Self

My soul sublime
exists in time.
Through birth
it came to Earth

Despite the finds
of finite minds
the fact
is I am cracked

for from the lands
of shining sands
I'm banned
until I stand

just like the rose
in humble pose
a bud
born out of mud.




Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2024-06-09 at 23:14

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