Monday Blues

Mourning

Weep not the sky for the sun that sets,

For it knows that it will rise again.

Mourn not the sand for the receding waves,

For it is sure to feel its touch soon.

But weep does the soil for the ripped out flower,

For never again shall it see its bloom.

And mourn must we for death so sudden..

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