Cycle of Life Beneath Ancient Tombs
Light of old days will fade into mist and wave;
We are dust that drifts in the cosmic shade.
Yet life breaks through from ash, strong and brave—
Like stars that burn bright, tying cycles to heaven’s weave.
Though life is brief and years rush like tide’s sway,
Each end settles into a new hush of grey.
Six feet below earth lies no final decay—
But spirits curled up, in coffins where they stay.
All born of flesh will one day rest in clay;
Only life persists, as nature bids it stray...🌘✨02062026 ©LanZhan
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