"What can you do now?"
As the crust of the Earth collapsed.
A face was no longer looking.
Somewhere in the canyon, a child cried.
And the sun set on today to what it became; yesterday.
There was no stopping that.
Only the words on a poignant whisper
could be heard through the rubble pounding of the war
and the scars being made
saying, "Nothing, nothing is the same."
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