Untitled-poem by Kimberly Dross In and out, up and down, into, through All around again.

Somewhere life begins and ends but not withstanding some Form of eternity, Do we go to a better place after our life here on earth is done? Is there life after death, heaven, purgatory or some meaningless void? Does our existence just end with nothingness or do we start anew? Did we live our lives in vain or with meaning and purpose? Beneath, between, betwixt and the great beyond. The bear branches, gone are the leaves Quick with frigid coldness that cuts through us like a sharp knife. Old Man Winter is merciless and quick. Dark is amongst us, night falls early Time for slumber.

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