Entering a mystical forest.
Exploring nature's fortress.
The almighty giver of life.
The ultimate beholder of death.
Physical life breathing the same air as the souls of those who have perished.
However, they haven't departed, still it is life that they cherish.
Though it be not their own,
they watch over the lives of those they held close.
Watching time go by, through the bright and the dim.
The lost ones are waiting, until we find them again.
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Life and Death
PoetrySimple poem I wrote, just let the ink flow and tried not to be to critical and this is what came out.
