Mourning

Mourning short poem

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Weighed by
the weight
of emptiness
lost in
the loss
of music
withering
rhythm
plagued
sunshine
silenced
voice
feverish
moonlight
shivering
chirp
moaning
rain
crushed
smell
smokey
eyes
creaking
breath
coughing
air
wailing
heart
choked
feeling
burning
soul
join
mourn
the Mourning
of Death
the Mourning
of Life!

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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And they say we are waiting for death, not knowing that we are living it every moment.

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