from time to time
what will become of our souls?
Souls are another discussion
that would fill
pages and pages of support and rebuttals.
Let it be said
that there is an intrinsic part of our being
that is beyond mere corporeal form.
We must be free to wander and wonder
or we will die as inevitably
as a cut rose placed in a glass bottle.
There is a dead rose next to me
with it's head bowed.
I can remember
the fragrant smell
of it's smile.
We live only for one season.
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