fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Absolved

whatever dwells,
here on earth
with or without purpose,
all around,
should be absolved
eventually
for a higher truth,

the souls within ourselves
when let go,
to the places never seen,
holy or unholy
never carry guilt,
obligations and any boundation,
to anyone,
then why the dead ones
stinking in the cemetery
should.

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