It Matters Not
It matters not..
If we are born
Or if we had never been born..
It matters not..
If we live..
Or if death knocks on our door..
Death awaits us all..
Certain as the magnificent sun beating down on us..
It matters not
Death a continuation of life..
The circle of life after life..
Infinitely..
A souls journey is to expand consciousness..
To joyfully glide and evolve..
A souls purpose is to love endlessly..
Copyright © Robertina B. | Year Posted 2019
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