Written by: Admin_SheEvo
You are nothing but a mere man,
A fragile vessel, a flesh, and a fan.
A fleeting shadow, dust, and breath,
Dancing on the escarpment of death.
You crave for power, yearn for fame,
But minutes erode your fragile frame.
Your triumphs fade, and your glories dim,
A fading mournful echo, a forgotten hymn.
You build your castles, grand and tall,
But empires crumble… & fortunes fall.
The earth reclaims, the wind corrode,
Leaving only the dust upon the roads.
You seek for meaning, search for grace,
But find only a vacuousness of a space.
A fleeting moment, a short-lived glance,
An extra mundane dance-hurried trance.
Yet, in this fleeting, frangible fragile state,
A spark of beauty, love, and a puzzled fate.
Unwitting chance to love, to learn, & to grow,
To leave behind a supreme mark before you go
For though you’re mortal, weak, and frail,
Your radiant spirit soars, your heart prevails;
A fleeting luminous flame, a tender vibrant hue,
A flawed masterpiece, pieces so unique and true.
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