they're well dress
braving morning cold
waving endlessly today
ignoring filibustering
man atop a makeshift
trying to bring cheer
to those hearts full
of loving, fresh tears
I waited, watch, gingerly
passing rows of scented
flowers wary of being left
behind for sometime, pity
for life to be alone for
half circle of earth's travel
I wish they can wither storm
and stand upright to tune
of godly whispers to good
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