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Shore weak of sand clay pulling fate forward hard
Poor leading so much more than need and want grieve
Sometimes you become so subtle that your lines are immensely effective, meaningful, delighting, and enlightening, but at the same time very hard to explain to others.
Yes, you have presented this worldly show from your vantage point where you can see and feel all but you can only be a part of it.And it's a pity!
Lines will be remembered and songs will be sung and praise will be showered and names will be written but the point is whether there will be a creature called human being in future.
I am deeply moved by your poem and three cheers to it.
God bless you
Someday, one day, the books will open, the scales will tell the tale, the balance will be found, the loss and grief forgot, the final lines will be penned, "He was a man."