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Gray skies meet gray buildings

which stand on gray stones.

Along the long, ashen road,

whereon many have trodden

and many have fallen,

I, too, tread

with subdued reverence.

The tears of heaven’s agony

wash the embers of hatred away.

I walk in silent contemplation

of that which cannot here be erased,

and shall not anywhere be forgotten.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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