Few Words
When alive
we say so much than thriven trillion words
When our eyes are at their last blink
We say a moment of words.
Words far more than numbers of
words we have ever said
Wheeling from
windows of our portals.
Worlds know that last
words are white of an element
Waiting for us to speak their essence and existence
We would not till we are near there or finally there.
This poem is about:
Our world
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