We get by and by
Closer into the mist
Like the warmth and musty smell
Of an old quilt,
Left in a box to rust
And a tub of chilled water
Stayed too long
Far beyond, time of its use;
Feeling close
With the loved ones
By absences so profound
To believe, we never ever left,
Hope, courage and perseverance
Survive, the assumptions in life
Notwithstanding
That the Gods could die.
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