What is worth living when even the most beautiful Doves die?
What is life when no one can hear you cry?
Even the most starry nights have to end some time.
The beauty to the sunshine just seems to never rise here in this nightmare in on this wonderful moon-lit night.
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really we are already died inside, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
poignant and touching!