The circle of time
is never broken—
unveiling the path
from birth to death
and back again.
Spirits rise from old flames.
Life carries on.
Death is not a closed door
but an opening
into a new horizon.
It leaves the body empty
save for the memories
we bestow upon it.
Yet life goes on
through its wretchedness and despair
pushing its way forth
into untold beauty.
We will come out of this.
When and how is not known,
but spring does follow winter
and we can join again
fuller for the lifting of the veil
and richer for life's embrace.
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