#69

Our World

I see her there, interpreting silence

Watching them pass. missing their presence

Wondering why, why they went away

leaving her there, alone

 

“Do not worry my dear”, I whisper in ear

Letting her know that it rains and it snows

but life will begin again and in the end

she will but rise, alive to see…

 

The end of her sadness

The beauty that still lives

The magic inside this,

this thing we call our world

 

 

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