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!
Nice - well said!
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