And I lay amongst the remnants of death
Soil, its riches, how they cover me
From where I rose I shall return
For I am a child of never-ending cycle
The dust that covers our skin
Is gifted as a sign of nearing end
It is invisible and yet forsaken
Due to a meaning tarnished by all sins
They say we're doomed to rust 'till our despair
Thus I weep for our mere existence
We turned to blood and skin, defining deadly
Forgetting heartbeat's battle cry
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Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
