by: Claire Wong
when the stars die,
when those fair nymphs of the night
should be liberated by death,
would the sky still be aglow?
when all the flowers wrinkle,
when the sweet stalks of sunlights
should shy away from the soil,
would the earth renounce its beauty?
when the birds disappear,
when those glorious tunes of heaven
should be lost forever,
would silence still be a bliss?
when love cries,
when the panacea of all illnesses
should plunge into the depths of depression,
would life still be worth living?
when the noble heart stops,
when the bestower of the gift called life
should remain unmoving for this moment,
would we be grateful for our existence?
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