Though this pain of life and death,
our lives seem to come and go
even through the breathless nights
or the moaning of two lovers glow
everything happens for reasons
never at the right moment
but take two steps backwards
we see the lives of loved ones passing
mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters
always there, nomatter where.
life moves on, sometimes fast, and sometimes too slow.
no matter who, when or where
love always grows
though the pain of lovers past
our tears get forgotten and lost.
each individual greaving,
loved and screaming.
on this sad day of your mothers death,
we as a group are here for you.
the society of the ones who know your pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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