The first night

Dry flour is scattered
on the ground

She'll come
she'll come
leave her footprint
and go

We'll sleep
we'll sleep
though mourning we'll sleep

She'll see
She'll see
she'll see us no more

We'll pluck
we'll pluck
at dawn we'll pluck our hair

She'll stop
she'll stop
in midway she'll stop

We'll forget
we'll forget
in this very grief we'll forget

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I can’t place this poem in words to discribe the sadness i felt

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