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June 3rd

On that sad day,
The wind knew no breaks - the trees bowed their heads and branches where the breath of these rains went.
The drains felt strain so gained enough strength to drive others into evaporation.
Anytime we try looking back, we see their shadows throwing light back at us because their future was so bright.
On that sad day...
Tears form friendships with cheeks; dirges marry lips.
Old age describes our sorrow in detail; a never ending clip.
On that sad day...
We didn't lose lives; we lost destinies unheard.
So as you say a prayer today,
Please remember those who died on June 3rd.

Revelation Poet ©2016

Photo credit: Tales of Nazir

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