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End

by Sujay Sood

Each drop flows Closer to its end When tears are all That's left In dry land Where widows clap along rivulets To measure bodies Of lost men And the sick air Breathes remnant sighs They huddle In shrieks Lamenting the era Of child Toys rest Sunk and stony Caress the teary mass Without reflection The light is leaving And the weeping Shadows dissolve

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