the wealth of their sorrow

there are no accidental goodbyes

 

the whisper that shakes the earth

and parts the ground, drinking

the sea as it recedes into the fissure

and leaves the world parched, arid

broken and irreparable

 

this landscape was once lush and verdurous

is now cracked and stark and bare

 

what use is love if it can lead

to such desolation and ruin?

 

but this world is vast

and filled with people

 

their sorrows will replenish the oceans

for hope resides in every heart

still beating

and hope is endless,

it is infinite

 

 

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