An Everlasting Legacy
Doom smiles at us all, so we smile back.
Wilted petals on the Tree of Life don't die.
A most modest craftsman or a devil's eye.
All will perish one day on the one-way track.
Drain the grime off your toes; nothing lack.
Yet it may be apart above and beyond the eye.
Death burns as a candle; light has gone awry.
Gowns were thorny throughout the stack.
Wrapped in tears interwoven inside a sigh.
You will never feel agony as you rise above.
Grief isn't disarray; grieving is the only cure.
A solid and lasting trail of rays in the sky.
Restore the broken visions as a wing dove
That proves we're ill, and alas, "Are we sure?"
Written: May 23, 2023
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