Minor chords, lifting hearts high into the atmosphere,
calling to inner realms of expression.
Urging reality to step in time, keeping beat with
conscious bereavement.
Targeting mind-consuming sorrow, eliciting it's
feelings to be felt as tears rain down in torrents,
addressing the grief, hiding within for years on
earth.
Portraying loneliness on walls of ivy, scratching it's
way through the heart's chalice of bereavement.
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