Rani Turton

Great thoughts. Life is indeed a mystery. In it some do great deeds and leave their impression in history. I liked this poem.

every heart which awoken by love will stay in mind

as onto day we rave up from land to land
in our own space and time with little pains and pleasures yet hand in hand
in the midst of eternal stream as when blessed onto the finale
and tomorrow we may be there and some among us may no be
by the yesterday`s evening everthing beciomes the history................
as the generation a head in a fine morning we may be remebered
still we move on by the mystery of living, , , , , , , , , , , , , until annihilation................well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing

Could I even presume to be remembered
After the third generation, the fourth maybe?
And what was it's essentiality?
Wicks flame, flicker and glow
That is finally the way I will go.

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You will be a particle with a stream consciousness into the planck time. Memory is no longer an issue.

life is like the one you mentioned, it flickers and glows and ultimately puts off...the span is bounded by living, understanding and dreaming...well expressed.