Nothing is meant to stay here eternally. You won't know when but when it is the time to let go, even the clouds in the sky will no longer be bright to make you happy. You will be thinking about a person who no longer exists. The lifeless will be combusted into smokes and ashes, and who knows when, one day, even we will cease to extinct. Mourners will mourn to have lost you. People who know you will at least feel pity for you. But can they bring back the dead?
No, they can't.
Others will have no idea about the tragedy. They will just go on with their normal life. But can you guarantee sunshines and glitters in their life till the day to go comes?
No, you can't.
And sometimes, there is nobody to weep for the dead. Yes, it happens. The deceased grieves not because he is no longer alive, but there isn't a single person who misses him and wishes him a good, next life. However, he doesn't know that the wind knows. The breeze carries the sorrows to people he doesn't know. It sips into you, and sometimes you feel sad without a reason. That is random sadness, brought by the wind, to make you feel what it is like to be ephemeral and alone.
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Can Poetry Heal? - Collections of a Wanderer
PoetryIs there a way out from this labyrinth? Maybe in poems and unsaid love we can seek refuge. Perhaps, this is what we stay alive for.
