Circles of the invisibleA Poem by SorenBorn dying, we race back to where we come Pain is but a moment, life but a flash Before birth we existed numb A dive into death's pool just a splash Cold water of delivery From the womb of time fallen naked terrestrial shivery of nature's plant a pollen Fragrance erased by wind tasted by the bees Sweet smell of those that sinned shadowed by negatives of trees Steam raising from a pot condenses to fall again transformed from what is naught invisible ink from a dried up pen
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