Some Things

Some songs aren't meant to be sung
Until all the last shades of sun
Have left the sky an infinite deepening blue

Some words aren't meant to be spoken
Until all the last pages have been written
And the stories therein have run out

Some hurts aren't meant to be felt
Until all the mists have rolled back
Into the pall of dusky evening 

Some things aren't meant to be known
Until the last days of knowing
Have come and gone and all is ended

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