Ocean of History

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Author Note: The poem is about how every one eventually moves on from loss of everything and everyone. The acceptance of the truth allows our partings easier and new beginnings more exciting remembering it's mortality.

Nothing is immortal

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The soul itself withers
With time,
Withers away the anchor of the soul
With time
Fades the memories
To become mist
To move away in the winds of time
Then to only precipitate
In the ocean of tranquility
And becoming irrelevant
In face of absolute relevance of all

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