Poetry-50

Jason

Our births were not the beginning, but rather the instrument that plucked our souls from among the stars. Wanderers, we are, these seconds, moments, days, weeks, years, decades and millenniums, just steps to the next destination; Our lives, the journey, depicting the return to the great other from where we came, returning as something more.

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