Songs Of Life

Songs Of Life prose poem

Deep within the life of these brittle bones of man,
a song stays hidden, so slow yet so powerful;
it plucks the strings of our veins reminding us
that the shallow roads are meant to be left astray.

The words of the song roar asking you
what is it that you are made of,
a beating heart fragile as clay or
are you a storm yet to endeavor the mighty fall?

Will the ears ever hear the song so clear
filled with truth and triumph, yet so humble and so feared.
Will the whispers of greed that offer “immortality”
take away from the superficial cake of today…..
Are you the singer of heaven …here to stay…here to stay?

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Eva Hangma Limbu

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currently embarked on a spiritual journey of soul searching..i dun pray anymore as i've realised GOd is not outside..instead i sit in silience n try 2 reach da Divinity within...
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Geetha Paniker
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Lovely!

Randall Smith
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This is so touching and makes me feel your heart.

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