With Our Dying Breath
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At the moment of death, when our body falls,
as our whole life replays through our laboured mind,
what are the dark spots our heart then there recalls,
that still exercises a relentless bind
on our consciousness far removed from bliss squalls,
having not pursued pathways loving and kind
and thus our head and heart not quite hand in glove,
do we learn at last that we owe debts of love?
03-January-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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