Dust To Dust (standard:poetry, 122 words)
Author: Susystars	Added: Mar 26 2002	Views/Reads: 3321/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Our spirits are born. A time of feeling and emotion locked in the bodies of man. Death then takes a toll which sets our spirit free again only to search for a new body.

Together, one with the Universe 

Constant, willing to converse 

Until life captures our spirit 

Slowly caging, unable to adherd it 

Every breath tightening the bind 

Losing touch by becoming a mind 

Life, taking it's toll, creating a tomb 

Coming out from a mother's womb 

The pain, the torture of feeling 

The sounds, the light so unveiling 

A gift formulating a new time and place 

Becoming a man, no more spirit in space 

Personality takes over along with a soul 

Something we're stuck with until we grow old 

Yet life doesn't last, cause death plays a part 

As time draws near we begin to loose heart 

The body grows old, the soul becomes weak 

Spirit takes over, a new life it must seek 


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