Ocean of History
Author Note: The poem is about how everyone eventually moves on from the loss of everything and everyone. The acceptance of the truth allows our partings easier and new beginnings more exciting, remembering its mortality.
Nothing is immortal
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The soul itself withers
With time,
Withers away the anchor of the soul
With time
Fades the memories
To become mist
To move away in the winds of time
Then to only precipitate
In the ocean of tranquility
And becoming irrelevantI
n face of absolute relevance of all
