As sand in the hourglass settled,
With that heartbeat slowly levelled.
Lost the value of the word,
Word itself was God.
Flying bird and sunset sky,
Stopped caring how and why.
Rain stopped having any feeling,
And pain lost its meaning.
Death is, that what it is,
As I stopped being his.
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Without God nothing has meaning? Eloquent poetry.
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You are Him and He is You
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Exactly if one stops believing in God, no flying birds,sunsets or rain has any meaning.
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Thank you 😊
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Very beautiful descriptions despite its sorrowful hopelessness. The phrase, “Flying bird and sunset sky,
Stopped caring how and why.” Especially stood out to me.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Beautiful
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beautiful ^_^
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