Now the days are long and valueless
A very lonely space for the homeless
The world is on a run
There's no rest beneath the sun
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To Die Is To Live Again
PoetryFrom the words of the poet, "Of what essence is wealth We can't even bribe death Everyone aims to get to their destination None seem to get satisfaction" The world is on a run There's no rest beneath the sun"... This poem paints a vivid picture of a...
STANZA ONE
Now the days are long and valueless
A very lonely space for the homeless
The world is on a run
There's no rest beneath the sun
