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"What am i?
A reminiscent of a life before
Like a tree, shedding leaves on the garden floor
A rose that blossoms at the light of day
Withers as the sky turns gray
What is this otherworldly storm?
That breaks us apart as we take form
These moments we cannot explain
We are like Roses of Joy and Thorns of Pain
You reach out across into that plain
Where the Light trickles down like rain
Do we move or do we remain?
Words try to express
What the Heart cannot say
No matter how much you bow
No matter how much you pray
Reach for the sky that has turned gray
You will see nothing but a fray therein
Keep seeking the Light you cannot find
As the candle flickers deep within"

--SpiritSeeker-AJ