Young hearts, rolling by like playful clouds
Caressing Mother Sky,
Left no traces of pride and joy but
Endless laments and
Screaming silence.
Cuddly angles, like the morning dews
Greening the gloomy sublunar sphere
With a brush of brilliant wail, but
Fell too soon – how I long for
A shower of angelic choir that
Purifies sins proliferating
And leeching us.
Life,
Snapped even faster than
The velocity of light – a meteoric rise
Only to those fiends' delight.
Alas! Alas! Alas!
The bells faraway chimed
An aerial requiem of RIP that
Soothed the agitated, broken-winged
Souls that could never
Ride the winds – ad infinitum.
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