It will end
That makes it all bearable
The last hurrah will be doable
Whether a wail or a whisper
The tale told
Night will cover the last day
What's left of us
Will be taken away
Home will go oh so quiet
Acquainting itself with our absence
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Author:
Lorna (
Online) - Published: August 20th, 2025 04:39
- Category: Reflection
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