The World Is An Endless Vanishing Poem by Shalom Freedman

The World Is An Endless Vanishing



The world is an endless vanishing
And we are a passing breath
All our love and kindness
Will not save us from ultimate death.

Sunday, October 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mortality
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

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