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Strangely everything must come to a close
The tides that rise, the wind that blows
but the sun and moon stay unchanged
making the world look so plain
why must good things come to an end?
why must evil never mend?
Why must religion take us apart ?
Why cant we like people for who they are?
The world we live in is very imperfect
We cant change it, just try to convert it
but thats what the world reflects
the place where human nature intersects
The midnight where oceans change hue
of the misty, dark future in our view
like this poem.. i like to read your poetry because i dont forget goood friend like you but you forgot me i think.. thats why no comments