Everlasting Soul
As each day rolls around,
It brings up some facts, quite profound
The day before yesterday;
Clouds glide over bold black sky
Even the stars , at long last die,
They then fall from the sky.
Such is the case with a heart,
Created flawed, from life departs.
But a glorious soul, will never die,
Though it may wander through the skies.
It will outlive the stars that shine,
For a soul reflects the divine.
This poem is about:
Our world
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