In honour of those who gave their best to the world they left behind...
Through summers, autumns, winters and springs,
Lived sages, poets, thinkers and kings.
Who were part of this circle of life.
Nobles with plumb lines, knights with words.
People of reason, who'd served as wards.
To the sacred essence of life.
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They were born as we are, they lived to die.
Through the rise and the fall, they learned to fly.
They were part of the circle of life.
They shone their light, in a world cold and dark.
Resistant to rot, each had glowed as a spark.
In enigmatic circle of life.
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They stormed the weather and season,
To bring the light of logic and reason.
Defied the constraints of life.
Had worked for us all and had given they best,
Heaven cried, wind howled, as the earth took the rest.
Of the landmarks in the circle of life.
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But, their legacies were written in stones,
Handed to us, their witnesses, bones.
They were gems in the circle of life.
Of the value of life in it's pristine and beauty.
Philanthropic hearts, that had pulsed with duty.
Still they live in the circle of life.
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Vittorio_Topaz
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
