Death exists as a conduit for existence.
Life can only occur once light exceeds distance.
Beyond the veil, our sight is nonexistent.
Yet, our light remains persistent, giving birth from a distance.
All who pass before us are all parts of our past and forward.
Nudging all who remain towards destinies and orchards.
Finality is sacred, the flowering of progression.
Dying guides the living, empowering connection.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (3)
Truly inspirational and death is a beginning not an end.
Nicely written ❤️ 👌
Lovely poem.