The more we open the casket
We realize life isn’t a corpse
Air ventilates our prison
And sends us forth to fly free
The truth are seeds for harvesting
Not boulders to bury deep within
Deserving of attention
To blossom with its beauty
It’s a story, which to relate
Providing an inner perspective
Put life into the dead corpse
Open up to share your tale
Submitted to dVerse for Open Link Night
