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Rowan Nov 21
In the depths of contemplation, I'm drawn,
To the enigma of existence, where truth is pawned.
A thought so profound, it pierces the soul,
Unveiling the essence that makes us whole.

What purpose lies within this mortal coil?
Why do we yearn, in our hearts, to toil?
The quest for meaning, a relentless tide,
As we navigate this vast cosmic ride.

Do we dance upon a stage, mere fleeting sparks?
Or are we but whispers in the dark?
Does each breath hold a purpose, a sacred rhyme,
Or are we lost echoes in the sands of time?

Oh, the weight of existence, it bears down,
A bittersweet symphony, both smile and frown.
For in its tapestry, joys and sorrows entwined,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, deeply defined.

It's in the tender moments, love's fragile grace,
That tears cascade, and hearts embrace.
The beauty of connections, ephemeral and true,
Evoking tears that cleanse, and souls renew.

But amidst the tears, a glimmer resides,
A spark of hope where solace abides.
For in the vastness of this cosmic sea,
We find unity, in shared humanity.

So let the tears flow, like rivers of release,
Washing away the pain, bringing inner peace.
For in the depths of emotions, we find our way,
To embrace the sorrow, and seize the day.

In the thought of existence, tears may flow,
For the fragility of life, we come to know.
Yet within those tears, a deeper understanding,
That amid the ephemeral, love's light is ever-expanding.

So let the thought of existence move your soul,
Igniting tears that heal and make you whole.
For in the depths of vulnerability, we find our strength,
And through tears, we discover life's profoundest length.

— The End —