Not gone.

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What’s grown within this earthly shell?
Like seed casing
Shelters the essence within,
A means of transport and protection
Finding fertile ground in which to develop.
Unseen it grows, encased, embalmed,
Till, no longer containable.
The husk bursts,
Is blown away on the winds of time.
What has been born within
Finally revealed.

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