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Creature’s hereafter

Life will continue its wondrous perpetuity

while what it brings forth,

will die in small fractions,

for yesterday’s stories to fade in the sun.

None of the remaining souls will really remember,

except the bones of the eternal mountain

still weathering the tides of time,

after we have been long put to rest.

The world to us shines one breath at a time.

And what seems unbearable today,

will, if at all, just be a myth

in the existence of creature’s hereafter.

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