Dead Orbits Poem by Soran M. H
Dead Orbits
When the soul leaves
the daily body
wherever it happened
creativity will die there,
and hope's vision will have blurred
then the tracks will change
to bored routine.
like the white snow of childhood
on grey aging ice
or
loud laughter
with no feeling of happiness
When death claims us, we will be transported to the realm of the unknown. What is in there still remains a mystery to the living.
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5/6/2024 11:26:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A perceptive poem that deals on the effects of death. Great images.