Existential Poem

Life, a cool breeze on a warm Spring day,
pleasant, welcome, sudden to disperse;
a flurry of vibrancy fated to die . . .

In light, darkness.
Darkness around light.

The soul lives on, the struggle
a perpetual prism, love
devouring love
and animating oblivion . . .
 
 

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