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Belongings

Belongings gain a sadder fate Then we do, when we die Their owners soul they can’t revive As if they’re always late To catch an eye, that now can’t see To feel the touch, that’s gone Belongings lay aside, forlorn Green leaves on a felled tree Must feel the same, before they fade And wither in the wind Belongings, thrown into the bin Are waiting to be saved Relatives of the owner choose Some items, ain’t that sad A few belongings of the dead, They will remain unused.

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Date: 4/1/2025 4:05:00 AM
Refreshingly unique, fantastic poem, Gregory. I like it a lot. So true!
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Gregory Colodub
Date: 4/1/2025 2:30:00 PM
Thank you so much, Edward! It is so tragic indeed..

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