Remember the Forgotten
Dim as the light that passes the meadows beyond the grave,
Lonely as the house that sits on a buried memories.
Dreams that echo your thoughts of creation shall come to an end.
Everything is carried by the wind to a new beginning.
To weep in this life is to an end of everlasting sorrow.
Blind is the soul who commits an act so gravely ill.
Surely even lost souls could be disturbed.
Beauty of the soul cannot be the disfigured by its enemies.
Perfection is yearned by the spirit as a child who hungers affection.
Humble is beggar of to embrace the the mercy of strangers.
Seeing is what we wish to behold, but never forget the forgotten.
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