Sombreira poetry
Saturday, June 18, 2016
the kismet
the kismet
The Kismet
Every life lost is mourned by some
But there are times when a life lost
Is mourned by the many like rings in
In the in a tarn thrown by a stone
of a person with hatred in his heart
Rest in peace, Jo Cox.
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