Bodies may wither,
Minds may wane,
But spirit is everlasting.
Clay is a Teacher.
How does it work?
Very true, nice poem! (I almost said nice haiku then realized it wasn't a haiku haha)
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Very true, nice poem! (I almost said nice haiku then realized it wasn't a haiku haha)