Spirals of the Seasons
.
With clenched fists, we
were born into this world.
Then when life's
seasons shall
have run
through their
spirals of
full circles,
nothing the
body can
withhold,
nothing the
soul can
truly own.
With limp, open hands,
we shall leave this world.
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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