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We are salt of mother Earth
dry tears before painful birth
useless try to stay alive
silent horn before we’re born

Unwritten poem
that shines with sorrow
other than dead
we couldn’t borrow
neither from Devil
our evil friend
nor from the God
to understand

How sad is to be coldly dead
past and forgotten in a tomb dread
merciless end to life story thread
two bony legs in graveyard spread

 

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