Taken
The flooding face of the sky shed tears,
Regretting the stolen souls with unfilled days.
Dire death deducts peace aside from numbers,
Filching lives, loves and joy from this place.
One has taken today, tomorrow it takes us all.
Will it takes itself, come back when time calls?
"It's contributing fertilizers besides to sow."
Is how I defined life, after meditating deeply.
But living, from it's eyes, I came to know:
Kins with a poultry, lived to gets dine to one's potbelly.
Yet doubting cause every actions has two faces,
Maybe it's other face need to be chase!
Perhap, it's the gateway to the warm and peaceful place,
For taken one's never turn their necks once dash.
End up the grave to taste every seconds of today.
To leave no plans undone oft burned to ash.
And settled there if the promised land exist,
Or lost in the roomy dark if souls vanishes like a mist!.
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