Good health is a gift of nature
And good life is the work of art
But where did you differ with nature?
When you loved the trees,
When you treasured clean water
When you took care of it all?
How did you part ways with art?
When you gave it your heart
But look the pain and hurt
It brought to your heart
With a heavy heart
Hot tears
And a sad face
Death be kind
Please
Do not be proud
For many you have snatched from us
Death our wells are dry of tears
Our pain is numb
Allow us rest
Give us peace
Death be kind and gentle
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
