Grieving trickles through lines of thought,
Undercurrents of memory written to escape
Countless climes. Places defiant of time passing,
Distance reduced to irrelevance, permanently there.
Family is like a pyramid, a mystery in antiquity,
Rivulets strengthen mortar in a private corridor,
Even when life is cut short by disease ignorant of
Character, another strain, which shortens life lines.
How well are lessons ever understood?
Concentration spans shorten as information
Speeds up, it’s a long queue seemingly, history
Slowly etched on gravestones consumed by moss.
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