Though nothing can
bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be…
WORDS WORTH
By William Wordsworth
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The living
has us
for a short life span
determined and chosen
not an hour
brings us
from our beginning
back into nothingness
with the grass
to the flower we are related
we are all wilting
when there is nothing left of us
from the scent of flowers
of tenderness
that of the following
want to join in a mourning song
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Great!!!
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mein herzliches Dankeschön
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