Sorrowful embraces hugging grief, hiding inside with a
contrite gentleness and reserve.
Loss at a crossroads of everlasting prayers, becomes
part and parcel of our whole character on earth.
Reforming our inner personalities with an extra
ingredient, tasting bittersweet, yet it adds a
dimension to our being we were lacking before.
Now, living through circumstances beyond our reason,
we envelope ourselves into small circles, awaiting
the coming of others who've also lost loved ones to
death's conspiring whispers on the other side of our
knowledge.
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