The Ancient Agreement
As per the ancient agreement, this costume of clay, we must one day return.
A creature made of flesh and blood, a mystical existence of spirit and form.
From which we must distill lifes' secrets, even until the very end of our lives.
For the hope is born of the faith, that even in death, love will not be denied!
date: 11/12/21
sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
contest:L.D. #8
from the poem: Even Flowers Must Die
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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