Natures call struck
In the cold abyss,
we beseech that we
may not wither in and
from our purchase.
Even though we do not
expedite ourselves and
flow in life's narrow progression.
There's no certainty to existence.
just when you come out of that
penurious life, residing up to the
dreams, unnatural nature whispers
your end in an ending echo,
leaving those we cherish in
despair and hurt of a loss.
It makes me wonder,
why then Do we even try?
When a creative dies,
some colours of nature fade.
Live on Wild!
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