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I always try to find a light in all my darkness. This is one such attempt. Also a copy form my site.

In darkness they spoke. In sorrow it crept.
Out of the jolt. It’s all that was left.
Left of this life. If that it be called.
The death of one is the death of us all.
But deaths not to blame all will be right.
Out of the darkness, cometh light.

Author's Note

No judgement on spelling and grammar