The Morning Light Is Outside/ The Morning Sorrow Within - Poem by Shalom Freedman
The morning light is outside
The morning sorrow within
Which will overcome today
I don't know
I try to be in the light
But the sorrow at times is overwhelming
How can I make the sorrow the light?
The sorrow itself must
And sometimes it does
Often it does
Later in the day.
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