In the beginning
There was a light
And in the end
There will be nothing
At times
We can grow so focused
On one or the other
That we forget
That the space between is where
We live and breathe
Where joy and beauty are found
Just the same as pain and misery
That we cannot ever know
How many years
Days
Hours
Minutes
Will pass
Before we too must do the same
I have often looked out
At the grass growing tall
At the weeds that forever encroach
And thought of all that lies beneath
Of the stories and lives that now reside
In dust and dirt
Buried now
But present still
In the stalks in leaves
In the very air we breathe
For nothing is ever truly lost or gained
We are all but matter
Subject to decay
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
So profound… beautifully penned 🙂
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Thank you, Sakshi! 🙂
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My pleasure 😊
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Beautiful poem my friend, yes it’s not the before or the after that matters but the now, matter is energy and energy is eternal so all that has ever been shall always be in some form or another. ❤️✌️
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Exactly, Dawn. You are so very insightful. It is truly a blessing to have someone who not only reads but understands and processes what I write. Thank you for all that you are, Dawn.
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Your Welcome my friend and thank you for the lovely words. 🌹😀 I love reading your work it always makes me think, I don’t always get it right away other times it hits me as I’m reading it, I love poetry of all forms and styles, just keep doing that beautiful thing you do my friend. ❤️✌️
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Yes, as anything else, we are subject to decay!! 🙂
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Exactly. We are so unique and precious in our own way, but ephemeral and fragile just the same.
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Auroraboros A New pearl in you shell.. 🙂👍
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This is such an appropriate comment… It is quite poetic in itself. Pearls come from a small, seemingly insignificant grain of sand that has worked it’s way inside of an oyster. The oyster coats it in nacre, made of nutrients from it’s food, to reduce the pain that the sand causes…
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Yes.
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I Choose my words with meaning.
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I am so glad. This made my day. I am honored to have such a thoughtful reader…
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Beautifully written. 🖤
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Thank you. 🙂
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Well said. We all should appreciate today. 😊
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Dee! It is so good to hear from you. Thank you; I am still learning… These poems serve just as much reminders as reflections on my present mindset.
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Yes I can understand that! Sorry I haven’t been commenting as much. I’m somewhat obsessed with my new project and spend most of my free time on that! 😊 But I’m still here reading….
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I completely understand; it has been very much the same here. I am just happy to hear from you! 🙂
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😁
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I really like this, it’s so true yet so deep 🙂 Nicely written!
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Thank you!
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😊🌸
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True ! Even the life giving oxygen is our main aging factor ! 👍
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Ha, I am so glad you pointed that out… Oxygen is both a giver and taker of life… Each breath brings life, but also deteriorates our body. It is a truly curious conundrum…
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This is good, I am going to reblog this one for you.
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Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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