Crying stills my heart as I remember moments of
yesterday's sorrow.
Falling into pools of tears, emotion rides the
surface, collecting feelings felt so deeply
within.
Facing them squarely as reality continues it's
stark journey on pathways too sensitive to walk
upon daily.
Watching, searching horizons for a way out of
sensuous desires, causes relief of grief's hold
for a while.
Crying stilling my heart as I exhaust my mind
thinking of memorial moments in timeless ages.
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