To the broken woman
Whose pain cannot be erased
To the gentle woman
Of a solitaire heart
With glazing tenderness
And eternal graciousness
She who endures
A sorrow deep like the Ocean
Who mourns with every twilight
As the forest disappear against the sky
To she who aches
It is my desire
That she restores her grief with love
And knows that hope is the promise land
Denied to none
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