Grief, by michelle hoult |
To grieve is but to see The almightiness of self The want of one to be. The grief it speaks To those who but do want Do not blame thereof For they are not but lost They are all around Inner souls do speak So please do not be grieved For you already know The ones that loss Are still within |
Posted: 2010-11-07 20:49:36 UTC |
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