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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá


Updated: Apr 12, 2021

The death will steal the joy in us,

It will bring pieces of our dreams,

A lonely and aloof depart

In search of dance of starlight beams.

It takes the dew and morning mist,

It breaks the life in two,

It tells the wonders in a gist,

In everything that's true.

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