PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the beauty we behold is seldom our own, but only a reflection of the souls we have known. the fire that burns, the flame that breathes, the fate made of stone that cannot decrease. though wearisome the valley and credulous the peak, the soul that desires shall continue to seek. when it has found its eternal destination, it shall rest beyond the veil of gratification. poor souls gone from earth younger than some, they reached no old age as they had known none. verily, i am blessed to share with a friend, the core of my heart from beginning to end.