Poetry lives all around us. today we have heard the echo of it’s footsteps be silenced. Sadness is all I hear now. After a certain point in the de-evolution of a species, forgiveness becomes a mute point.
Bless the soul of Cecil and take away his pain
“If you kill all the beauty in a world, the children
will grow only to know their way,
through your darkness”
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