orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
01 February 2012
1996
Sixteen years
Without one who was
Once yours;
Time does not stretch
Or ease, it is compact;
Still grief.
(For the victims of the 1996 Central Bank bomb blast, which
took 41 lives and shattered many more.)
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