On this ‘eve of September 17th
In lands far and near in our quest for peace, our lives are touched with the pain
and sorrow of our fellowmen… for does not the same sun shine on our backs, the same
moon glows on our sleep. The ocean’s waves throb and beat…life goes on until time empties
into space, for between life and death, is this not just a stopping place?
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