....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
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I have a good heart...
Today has finally came.
Seeing you lying there...
As I walk into the bedroom,
And look around the scene...
I carry tombstones on my head,
each one carved with something...
Dear friend, diminished is your sight of late,
Obscuring the sun, obscuring the moon...
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The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile. |
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Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse. |
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If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight. |