In a world of poetry and poets
What is propriety
if not cynicism,
Greatness if not
fear?
We were born in a battlefield
And all of us have lost
By and by we come to grips with loss of memory
In our endless growth.
By Karinna A. Gulias
2 comments:
Do you think we come to terms with the loss? Honestly, I'm never sure we do, but I really like this piece. It's vivid.
Hi Tara! Thanks for your comment. Either we come to terms with the loss of memory or not, it depends on each person. But I do think we should consider the question to begin to understand it.
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