Grief, by michelle hoult Subscribe to rss feed for 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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