Shedding. Skin, hair, tears and heart.
I close my eyes to see the ephemeral mankind; all shedding.
Blowing away with time, dust to dust.
Commentary: It's been weeks since all of us lost touch with the media. The only music we had was the wartime songs we were taught to sing. One day, the company commander played the song, "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith, while we were waiting for the schedule. It reminded me how powerful songs could be, how it catches the heart. The brief scribble were just thoughts from having heard the song.
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