A poem for the dead lost recently.
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The Falling Rain
The gentle morning rain, clouding the sky of the breaking dawn.
The bleak sunset of yesterday has passed.
Grief, fatigue and joy to all affected.
Now alas, the gentle rain. Crying for the gentle souls who can weep no more.
Judgement has come.
What's done cannot change.
Now left is the living to grief for the dead and be thankfull they did not follow.
Think not of the painfull past.
But live for the future with the lost in your hearts.
Say good bye. Shed a tear and walk on. -
What is your views on this poem?
