Painting by Edvard Munch
Thousands of children die every day
Thousands of good people die every day
Thousands innocent voices which
Will never be heard again.
They are not stars
Just ordinary people.
Struggling for a better life.
No tribute,
But indifference
Yet they worth a star,
They enhance the world.
Hortus Closus 
…they worth a huge field of stars if not a globe, a new peaceful shiny place
Thank you for your words Esti
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Yes indeed.
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Danke liebe Grüße Gislinde
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Five gold stars for this one, Esther!
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Ahhh, eines meiner Lieblings-Munch-Bilder !
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Love this Esther! And yes, they do deserve stars, for every life is extraordinary. I’m with Noelle, gold stars for them and for this poem.
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So love this. 5 Stars for lines and art!
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Belle le tue parole.
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They do enhance the world! Heartbreaking and beautifully said.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HEAR–HEAR-!!!!
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When each one dies a piece of my soul passes with them, along with tears, but one day we also will be free from our flesh and our spirits will enjoy His amazing love and soulful peace! Wonderful message!
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