The dark night.



The night curtain fell

Its cloud , a dark divide

We were on this side

Mourning those who had gone

To the other side.

We gave them gifts,  the type we 

Couldn't spare when they were here; 

We sang songs of noble deeds

In dirges that merely left our lips.


We are just reeds swaying in the wind

And of kindness,

We are a perfunctory lot.





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