Faith

A simple poem

Memories are magic.

Extreme elegance, love.

Perhaps a memory we all dream of.

A time of youth.

A thought of truth.

Who knows who is to blame.

In the end it is all the same.

A time of death.

Gods test.

A moment of rest?

Could be altered at best.

Life.

When self awareness comes to pass.

Clarity of mind shall perish.

A constant struggle to keep it all inside.

Reflected by the thoughts left behind.

God has a meaning, a stamp on our hearts.

A plan that displays works of glory.

Based on faith.

Has vanished without a trace.

Words seldom seem to appease us all.

Facts however are sometimes profound.

Allowing room for questions to abound.

Love is Magic.

Memories, sometimes tragic.

And yet, we simply rot with age and vanish.

 

Author's Note

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