Bleak Sadness - Poem by Nan Sikora
My soul is in bleak sadness... the feeling is low...
my soul is in bleak sadness... what can I bestow...
My mind is an utterly blank canvas...
upon which many things can be found...
but, then, why is my soul in bleak sadness...
I'm afraid, because,
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