Tears spill, eyes overflow;
Hearts heavy with a burden for you.
Can you see what's going on?
Can you see the changes?
Who can explain this? Who understands?
Questions without answers fill in the gaps.
More gaps created, gaping holes left unfilled.
Were the days of joy and innocence meant to be short-lived?
Must all good things come to an end?
"A terrible beauty is born."
God, I admire your creativity. Billions of stories you have composed--each utterly different from another. How beautiful indeed is your perfect and creative will.
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