Can understand your pain
Can see your face on the mirror
Of my heart
The loss is irreparable
The loss is impossible
It is the game of the destiny
We don't have any role
Only can wish
The home above must be safe
Must be furnished with all
The things that you have
Loved and wanted in life
We will be here to remember
You,
Patiently,
Listening,
To the ticking of the clock
The mourning will be over
It is all written
Feeling your presence
We will sleep by you one by one
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THIS POEM appears to be an invitation from a miner seeking last salvation as he mines what only the miner can imagine