The heart dreads its goodbye

If only it weren’t its last

If it could see through infinite’s eye

Salvaging its past.


Humbling in its pious shell

Of gratitude to its hope

Unconditionally would it swell

Withstanding all to cope.


Protects its soul

With knowledge far too strong

Unwilling to sink in its hole,

Enticing the buried, far too long.


Acknowledges its entity,

Rejoices in its existence.

For it is destined to immortality,

Subtle in the evanescence.




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