Limits

Flowers through the Sun seep
Knowledge whispers as we speak
A pointless burden to endure
Mystic meadows with deep allure
Desert dust
Melodic lust
Feeding timid mouths
Death knowing no bounds....
Rustic bone dwells within
Dull white light on soft subtle skin
Elders of the tribe croon with cries
No one now understanding the signs
Can we reach all limits?
Be pure and crowned enlightened spirits?

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[Relic]

I'm not sure about all that it means but it sounds beautiful.