Endeavor we will to find beauty in heartache
For the sake of our sorrows we'll smile even then
When wells of tears and woe now drained dry
By Love sprung eternal has our Hope been reborn
And rebirthed again, every morning brought bright
Or dark--there's no difference, for each resurrection
Must need a preceding expiring in death.
Breath cold and diseased has hence ceased; finally, sleep
Only to be--after rest--raised once more Vibrant!
This enthralling cycle of coming to life first needs death, but we beg it not to end
ever...
Author notes
Know't?
No.
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Life's true endeavor
Ah yes it is to live forever, how wise of you dearest Marvin, true to the words reward ...everlasting life.
Again you show the depth of a scholar.
Awesome write,
Cyber Hugs,
Cheryl
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