To die.

When someone we love dies.
A piece of us die with them.

When a stranger dies.
No one cares.

When a child dies.
The angels cry.

When you die.
Who will be crying?

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.

Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 17:08

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