Shades of the Soul

• A more artistic approach / translation of a portrait.

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• To be is not to know, yet still we breathe,

A flicker in the vastness none can sheathe.

The sun arrives without our plea or plan,

And we, like roots, stretch deep where we began.

No reason holds, yet still we stay and sing —

A quiet, fleeting, beautiful small thing.

 

Frank

 

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