Life standing all around, amidst the turmoil of death.
Managing life's transitions is not easy, it's barely
manageable.
Walking day by day through the sorrow of death brings
gradual solace, and peace at times.
Tears suddenly splash out, unable to be contained any
longer, tears of love, respect, friendship.
A friend so close to my heart, gone, and it hurts to
know I can't be with him for a long, long time.
Sorrow mounts and builds, then like the tide, washes
over me - the sand.
Taking away a little each time of the grief, allowing
me to see the sun shine once again, possibly tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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