Some Pains
Blame not a blood for flower's death
For surely, it was not his fault
Death can't be swept away like dust
It comes to all in dawn or dusk
Don't blame a son for mother's death
For no one holds a life in hand
For you don't know what pain one has
Some pains are better left to death
*For my relatives who are perfect*
March 3, 2024, PST, CC, BC
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