all things die

by zara - Aries

So all things die
as all things must,
my heart to ash,
my love to dust.
This is all,
and nothing more,
immortal,
mortal, as before.
The touch of heaven, by,
it's own creation, brief,
the promise or the lie,
the rapture, then the grief.
for one is always followed,
pre-destined by the other,
the perfect love is hollowed,
by inclination of the lover.
And every soul is tarnished,
as each new dream slips by,
the pain is lightly varnished,
by it's own sweet chance to die.
The angel wings are broken,
we fly, but not ascend,
despite what is left unspoken,
All things are made to end

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2002-02-20 21:31:49
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:53
Poem ID: 67707

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