Wait Is Not Waste
Nothing over till you are alive,
the ones shattered are ones who die:
Join their bones( if you can) and make them strive!
dress them in flesh and feed them (if you can) and make them dream,
While here you are! And all your pieces.
No dreams are dead, no wait is over,
No life till Alive is awry.
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