Not Died Yet

Not Died Yet short poem

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No, not died yet,
Destruction, doesn’t mean
death.

Now, shine is more intense
than before,
Broken things have more edges
than a whole one.

Now, light is entering
through cracks,
Now, no need to be
whole again.

It will lead to death,
Death of those new edges,
Death of that incredible shine
No, not died yet
Destruction doesn’t mean death.

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