One year passed,
More precisely, three years;
Or, 30, or, 60 years…
Each number is a number
Marked young and old,
Marked happy and sad.
For what ?
For Love? For Hate? Or for None ?
God keeps time moving,
Time keeps us weeping, or laughing…
In this curious course of living and dying,
Shall we ask His Mercy,
Or ask N/A in Macy !
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