Not even a sparrow falls...
be it blown
from the sky –
Unknown.
Not a single hair remains...
be it thrown
to the wind
of oblivion and flame
Un numbered.
Not a single hurt...
or heart
or missing voice
or missing voice
Unheard –
Indeed...
Not ever a drop did fall,
Nor did someone heed the call,
be it not KNOWN
before the Throne
and
remembered.
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