Future days of heartache,
knowing the long road,
that is to come,
death and the loneliness,
seeing it gives me time to pause,
a step shorter,
then burdens heaver,
that I will carry with me,
and for some reason,
after you decide,
all this time that has passed,
you still wear white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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