cybersharp

Hope you do not mind if I take a stab at this one Tec.

Forlorn shadows, drift across shifting sands,
the tracks of the living, and the damned,
slowly moving, toward a last stand,
in the memory of a sacrifice so grand.

As the water flows, through the veins of the earth,
rolling eternally by, singing the melodies so sweet,
of gifts given, by those who died,
in embrace with the life, which was denied.

As the dreary clouds flow across the sky,
and eons of existence float wearily by,
the answers and questions, have no truth, nor lie,
in resolve of memories, sacrificed by time.

Here is a challenge I would like to make.

A poem about "rapture" in whatever context the meaning rapture comes to your mind.

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