To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget....
The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead,
They lay wreath at the setting sun, their wings carry our prayers
Grief lies before us, in cruelties before my time...
When tears dried before they ever could flow ,
Bewildered souls tried to make sense of days, of life...
I try to , but fail to grasp , of the cold hearts , of mans stone souls;
Of what was , of Sho'ah, of sorrow that can't be held , a sorrow so deep...
My prayers , that's all I have , in my heart...
(-poem by PC3 dated 01/27/2021)
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