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In our short existance Life has ceased to pass in colour Painless, numb...almost emotionless Will that be all?
I wonder Have we unconsciously learnt to forget The little joys and laughs That we used to embrace
Like the way the rain falls So gently on our faces And how the sun smells After a fresh downpour
I fear the grey indifference That slowly overtakes our beings Like an encroaching illness The numbness that gradually Makes us jaded
I don't want to forget. |
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