Sorrow is dancing along outer edges of my mind, watching
reactions to it.
Finding the exacting elements of grief being held in
chalices of remorse, always filled with crystal tears of
sorrowful ecstasy.
Tripping back in time, collecting all the tears that
have fallen and filling the ocean to overflowing.
Keeping edges together with exercising tides in life's
pathways.
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