Beyond the limited

Spirit is alive, Rest laid to rest.
What is best is the quest,
Lest the unceasing, ever perishing wants
Meet the dust.
In sombreness, they form the crust.

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  1. KjraoJuly 4, 2024 at 4:56 AM

    Very nice poem symbolizing the life's philosophy.

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