The Passing

Time again, an early passing, The fragile flesh no longer lasting
Hopes for the spirit to remain forever more

Whispers to the sky, to the high or to yourself?
Immediate reaction overwhelms you at the core

The passing of a face, in this time and place
The fragile flesh. Is it this and nothing more?

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