Smiling we greet,
Weeping we part,
The short while in between
The interval called life.I agree with you--
These farewells are but
Preludes to death.A/n: All things come to an end, so with joy. But we shall meet again, in sha Allah.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016