Precious
how precious and fragile life is?
How many times we dedicate our thoughts to those who are gone
and those who are yet to go?
To ourselves and those who loved us?
To those who love us still?
To those we love by choice or contrary to our will?
How many times we shed our tears when looking at the burnt sunset?
How many times, despite our fears, we smiled in the face of dawn
whilst knowing this could be the end?
January 2007
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