The Day

The Day short poem

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The Day ! When, All Will Go To Finish,
The Day ! When, Water Will Not Flow,
The Day ! When, Stars Will Stops To Glare,
The Day ! When, Air Will Not Blow,

When Life Of The Cosmos.
Will Be……. No More….
When Neither Be The Mare,
Will Nor Be………….. The Shore,

At That Time,The Tweet Of A bird,
And Peace, Of A Tree….
Will Be the Proofs Of,
Your Inherence,In Me

And The Day ! When,New Land Will Be created,
And The Day ! When,Everything Will Be Certain,
At That Time Too,…Only For You,
I’ll Be There,……To Love You Again.

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