From trailing clouds of glory

 5 words

From trailing clouds of glory


Neera 


Drawn with clay, 

on this yellow canvas,

we come to life.


Blessed with five senses, 

we still forget, 

refusing to see or hear, 

what's so clear!


Our illusion, 

that we are forever, 

our tenacity, 

not to understand

that we aren't here to stay!


We are just on our way, 

to merge back into that glow,

that we come from

and where we go!


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