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Endless Question

Things happen who will we question?
The earth can never be satisfied,
the dear once we lose,
to the world of no return the disappear,
living hunting hurting memories.

If we count tears,
or measure the magnitude of sorrow,
then death could vomit our loved once,
yet death can never erase the memories.
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Thursday, August 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mourning
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