5 Ws


When? is where?
What? is why?
Left alone,
be who? Not I.

Story written,
pages sleep,
for in between,
we count our sheep.

If the piles,
of sheep amass;
answers first,
but questions last.

Just how many,
become the rain?
For we teach,
young eyes to train.

Death is simple,
a second's mill,
holding all,
but keeping still.

A kite's adventure,
soaring high.
finding life,
before we die.

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