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Every year we look forward to next
Speak of the Devil, December is here
But it has not a spark of decency
Taking many lives, at the final lap
You may not truly comprehend
Or understand the gravity
And the large vacuum it does create
Until it snatches someone close to you.
It was a quiet night Under the Starlights I sat and admired The way the sky shone From a distant mile… Came a friendly breeze…
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I am like a breeze dispersed seed Going wherever He takes me to The I rotten, and germinate Becoming a tree, rich and strong All…
Everyday I walk by The road where you made a home Under the sun and moon light You seem not worried at all I see…
So true! I hold my breath every year at this time… thinking “ is my turn?… will it be my loved one?”. Well said!
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On point
Thank you
Am happy you can relate
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