Lesson 53
So much of being alive is breaking.I think all children were born the same.
I think all children were stole from heaven
with tendrils still attached
that stay
and every year that passes by
another
is snapped until the bonds they had
to the beyond is bent
then broken, but
nothing’s lost because of one simple fact:
Once you are loved,
and you love in return,
you can’t ever forget,
and if there is a God
being born itself is proof we’re loved,
and living becomes loving right back.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-26 at 05:34
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