and our beauty
it lies in our ability to create.
we thrive in spontaneity
because in our depths
we are aware.
we know.
we are not forever.
we are not eternal.
we are now and now will end.
even the lucky ones,
we will not expire and suddenly cease to be but rather we will slowly flounder-
begin to weaken like injured knees.
no, we do not disappear.
we plainly die
and thusly we are bound to mourn
until we are mourned as well.
-sc
sheila sea 
My knees already know this to be true.
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Beautifully written, you have a magical way with written word…
Too die,
really isn’t
a harmonic sweet
ending
in the sky.
Evolving
rebirth,
for those few.
sadly
not all!
As i dry
those tears
from
my harden eyes..
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A small gift, for such a large loving soul…
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beautiful, my goodness. thank you.. I’m very taken aback and grateful. 🙂
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An you gave me a sticker…. :0
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That “now will end” awareness stopped my beauty-making for a time. Thank you for stopping by my new creative space. Your poetry is a gift. I have a grateful heart.
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Thank you, I’m absolutely humbled by your words. 🙂
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i enjoyed reading this
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Very nice Sheila…love the ebb and flow of this.
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Thank you! I’m glad to hear it has some sort of rhythm. 🙂
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You are very talented… I will be back for more! 🙂
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Shelia this was quite a poem. I will say that. I am a fan of Sheila Sea.
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