Poetry

Grief

There is no

            Way

          To

     Express

  The

Way

     I

      Feel when

                     We were ready

                                   To have a life

                                 Join in

                           Heart

                     Broken

                Into

        Pieces

   Dim

Lights

        Footsteps

                     On grass

                Blades

            Soft

        Up

 High

I wait

       Until the

                  Day we

                Meet

          Again

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