If I died today,
The minutes would still be filled
With seconds and moments.
The stormy air would still cry with humanity.
People would still talk,
Without me.
Scholars would still graduate,
Without me.
The sun would still rise,
Without me.
Movies would still play,
Without me.
Time would still spin,
Without me.
The minutes would still be filled,
With seconds and moments.
The stormy air would still cry with humanity.
If I died today.
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In-Motion
PuisiLife is a mess, yet an intricate tapestry. It isn't something to create or discover or anything marketable like that. It is merely to live and prone to change. Strange how sometimes the only thing we can bear to hear this news from is a poem.
