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reborn

one day the light will find its way home,
while life resigns we will be born into the stars,
forever to smother the sky with glimpses of hope to the darkest of midnights,
forever to be seen as the epitome of beauty.

while we rest we are remembered,
our bodies stay rooted, plants growing from the fertile soil around us,
but our spirits burn and blaze as powerfully as they once had,
and while the light finds its way home we will guide it with our illumination.

gone but not forgotten,
our memory lingers on everything we touched,
both material possessions and hearts,
reborn into constellations,
eternally celebrated for our untouched radiance.

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I'd like to think that after we die, we are remembered and reborn in this way. Remembered as beautiful, reborn as what I believe to be the most innocent type of beauty.

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