Though even scars fade,
though even stars burn out,
though sunlight soon gives way to shade,
as facts are drowned in doubt.
Though death hounds every life,
and all beginnings find their end,
though what once was young must meet the scythe,
it soon will grow again.
For nothing will stay stopped
since all has been begun,
all false summits seem the top,
yet there is no final rung.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
Though even scars fade,
though even stars burn out,
though sunlight soon gives way to shade,
as facts are drowned in doubt.
Though death hounds every life,
and all beginnings find their end,
though what once was young must meet the scythe,
it soon will grow again.
For nothing will stay stopped
since all has been begun,
all false summits seem the top,
yet there is no final rung.
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