Monday, 20 February 2012

( ( ((Echoes from the heart)) ) )

Eerie stillness, the quiet of contemplation.
Such sadness, this certainty:
Through corporeal demise, the ethereal will cease.
Two ends at odds over an implied limitation.
However raging of an out-pour,
The dictum can never fully express,
What is innately an infinite feeling.
A tranquil one calculating, apprehensive, its veracity.
A restless other advocating, passionate, valiant obstinacy.
As it is voiced ever so softly,
The three words echo powerfully.

Live, Love, Laugh...

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