You’ve rested in arms of love, Death said.
You’ve learnt treasures of this world, Death said
In the moment,
When a baby comes out of womb,
It screams for going back somewhere,
Where it feels comfort of infinities.
Stay for a mirror to shine, Life said.
Stay for your soul to go blind, Life said.
Shobo stared in his darkness; preparing
For a battle with the creators; resting in gallows
He spoke of a lover, yet to surface.
Deathra, did he touched your soul,
So you rest in the house for another morning?
This is how a soul remembers,
With breaking and creating a body.©sjwordsmith
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