if souls are eternal,
do they never shatter?
when our body dies,
does our soul stretch out?
out to where the dead roams,
or to the core of energy itself,
wrapping its arms around each
and every one of us,
warming and cooling us
with its utter strength,
seldom does it mingle with us,
why - we wouldn't give it a thought,
so it continues to use its purpose,
that purpose no person knows.
~ lu 4laugh
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Life - Poem
Life is a story,
One of a kind.
When life is unworthy,
It can be selfish at times.
But treat it with pleasure,
Respect in all things.
Life is so clever,
It's like a voice of bells singing.
Learn of life's meaning,
Experience truths.
Seeing and believing,
Cherish the youth.
When the age is arriving,
The past awakens so deep.
The mind is thriving,
And the spirit we keep.
The good times are pure,
And the bad ones are too.
For bad there's no cure,
Just do what our hearts tell us to.
Learn of life's meaning,
Experience truths.
Seeing and believing,
Cherish the youth.
Life is a story,
One of a kind.
When life is unworthy,
It can be selfish at times.
But treat it with pleasure,
Respect in all things.
Life is so clever,
It's like a voice of bells singing.
Learn of life's meaning,
Experience truths.
Seeing and believing,
Cherish the youth.
When the age is arriving,
The past awakens so deep.
The mind is thriving,
And the spirit we keep.
The good times are pure,
And the bad ones are too.
For bad there's no cure,
Just do what our hearts tell us to.
Learn of life's meaning,
Experience truths.
Seeing and believing,
Cherish the youth.
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