Too many questions on dead trees hanging,
Their answers written with transparent ink.
Too many people are left and hurt,
Their silence is practically screaming.
Leaving behind what is dusty and old
To create more space for finer beginnings,
The sun came up today, ready to shine,
But all they prefer is quiet crying.
Time should heal the broken wounds…
At least that is what a wise person once said.
Believe them, they tried everything, but
Hope is the only option left.
Tasnádi Nóra XII.H
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