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Mourning for Whom


A Poem of Mourning, for those Sore within
Tags: Mourn  Poem  Poetry  Life  Death 
If I cry because youíre gone,
Is that sigh my own song,
Or is it because youíre no longer going on?
So let me not cry for me,
Or what could be;
Yet instead find release,
Within your peace.
To live a fresh,
From what was our best;
Rather than to have a heavy heart,
Within our chest.
So every time we contemplate,
Help us remember,
That itís all just fate;
That everything happened in sync,
Where nothing is really as we think.
So many subtle hints,
That if we blink,
Sometimes we miss how they interlink.
Instead of heavy chains that chink,
Due to perception seeing a kink;
Stop that feeling of being at the brink,
Hiding in the drink,
Pain making us shrink,
Instead of seeing, that destiny winked.
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