let the things come &
just let them be
let sorrow enter the door
of your humble house
and give her a soft seat
and some cookies and
a cup of hot brewed coffee
talk to her like she is one
of your beautiful women
give her space and
let her stay for a while
be gentle for she is as
fragile as happiness
your next guest in waiting
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