What sacred heart blossums but once anew?
Staked only for the endearment cause.
The notions worth living for,
the notions worth dying for.
Black and red splaterred on white rose petals.
The floral enchanments of all that is seen and unseen
must seemingly be the mind in dreams or realities.
If only to bare life's unsolvable mysteries.
The eternal burning shrub that greets
the flare of every dawn and rising sun.
A moon to kiss the edge of ocean mist.
The soul of living realms endowed.
It's no more vexing for death to perch above
than for cupid to pierce at love bestowed.
Choice is the mere odyssey embarked
upon what to live for and what to die for.
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Of Life and Death Tales
Short StoryThe land of Firmament holds many fables of life, death, and love. The things we live for and the things we die for are the stories we hold near and dear to our hearts. p.s. These stories are written in stanzas so please forgive the sentence structur...
