Crying does not stop the pain,
Yet it makes it rewind.
Clenching your face.
Thoughts become twine.
For when thee cries,
Earth gets nutrition,
For grass to grow,
Let me finish this poem,
By adding an addition,
Nature depends on water.
Death becomes a reason,
Cries are produced,
The more we cry,
The more life grows,
So what I'm asking you,
Do we need death for life to go??
 
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