Cycle


Cycle

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

Silence.
A temperament of vast degree.
Simplicity.
We breathe it in.
For life is a cycle of sentiments,
a razor hook that dulls over time.
Scattered before us are dreams,
open windows in the firmament
that is our desire.
For we are just, and only human,
living to love and for Love,
we are embraced.
And by embrace to say we nourish
the memory of still life,
and in death, remember.

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