What consequence am I
in this vast world?
Do I even presume to think that
my existence matters?
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mortal being still blooms in its time and space as today comes to tomorrow from yester wind yet at times we remember obscurity by history and by passage of eternal stream loses our green as oblivion bewilders beneath and beyond................wonderful write by the quest riffling in existentialism, yet introspective,10+++, thanks for sharing
Nicely written poem..........................