Infinite Weave

Nen Poetry

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Nov 29, 2023

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Swift and sweet,
 love cut me in half,
  in a moment,
   lasting an eternity.

Now holding
 two worlds within my mind,
  roaming freely through heaven,
   through hell, and all that lies between.

Embracing
 past griefs and future hopes,
  as the spirit, ever-growing,
   weaves laughter with tears.

These echoes,
 spun into a sky,
  are dyed with life's rich hues,
   in a tapestry of now and then.

Dreams weave bridges
 over unknown voids,
  delicately balancing
   on the threads of the present.

In this endless cycle of becoming,
 both sculptor and clay,
  molding moments into memories,
   forever part of a never-ending story
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