The beatification of a life of finitude
How endearing-to live too know pain
To know loss and redemption
There's something picturesque in the burdens of longing
I know them well-we all do and keep living
They say living is for the strong and dying for the weak
But sometimes I feel as if this life
Is a blessing even on this side of eternity
I know it!
For pain really is nothing but enjoyments hopeful budding
It brings forth the the fulfillment of pleasure-just sometimes we're to nearsighted to see it.
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
