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It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
I need to find time-
a scrap of time
by the demands of everyday life
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Is it possible for joy and sorrow to share the same space…
together…in the here and now…
My answer use to be maybe…but, for the life of me, I couldn't see how
Like a swarm of bees
Sorrow follows me
In every moment
Sorrow engulfs not only my body
There will be moments of sorrow in our life…down whatever path we choose…moments when we fail…moments when we lose.
This fog of sorrow can descend unexpectedly…anytime…night or day…moments we are hurt…moments someone we love has passed away.
Sorrow the pirate
Twas about to walk,
The mighty wooden plank
With shackled wrists
When our heart is filled with sorrow we find it hard to comprehend
why this happened in our life…why to our family or friends?
Yet it's preposterous to think in a world where every living thing must die
I think about
The sorrow of man,
A wilder fire always in the heart,
In the heart somehow if asked Ks,
‘How you been' never asked;
I know I won't know.
Sorrow has two eyes, with jackrabbit weather,
Which doesn't make our tears invisible,
Had distracted you as dealer
To find yourself in the dark
And take you for granted
It's time to move on
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