souls roll by

Art of stone in a garden

Our most tender
are our most wounded
they lose the strength
and they find it again
in moments of hope
you rise above it all
in moments of pain
you crash down again.
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The souls roll by on the road of life
Tiny dreams in a steady stream
Propel each one to a place uncertain
Languishing in the early morn
Not forming thoughts full enough to grasp
Holding out some hope of a larger meaning today.
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