Forever is a passing glory
Snapshot of harmony
In case you're dead
You're alive instead
In unceasing life spent
There is just a single demise
What is all the more sure prize
You're breathing each piece
The majority of all
Making it to recall
You awaken the God
Within you, restored
Without end
© daniel miltz
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