Our origins start
In secrecy
Our life shrouded
In mystery
from conception
Our birth is celebrated
For the human
They believe
You will become.
Our soul
Is claimed by
Others
Until we fade
Into the ashes
Upon our final breath.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Our origins start
In secrecy
Our life shrouded
In mystery
from conception
Our birth is celebrated
For the human
They believe
You will become.
Our soul
Is claimed by
Others
Until we fade
Into the ashes
Upon our final breath.
Life Cycle 👍
Line 6-9 great great insight. Very intriguing! And true! Line 10-12 also great insight. Love the fading into ashes