Nature of Life
The piece in our mind is rare.
The piece in our hearts untrue.
We seek our light from the sun.
We crave the night of the moon.
Lost is the innocence of life heard in any dark river’s tune. Each day leads into a night. Age creeps by with every cloud passing over the moon.
Age can’t contain your soul. Age can’t define the beauty of you. Your soul is the nature of life. The beauty of life will always be within you.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2021
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