The Tide of Grief I will let my sadness wash over meas waves of steel in a lonely seathe tide rolls in....in sets of three. Once it rolls for long lost dreamsall torn asunder at their seams;the turbid water boils and steams. Twice it rolls for each day lostand memories sealed in ice and frosta blood-red beating heart...the cost. And Thrice it rolls as hope flies outon stony wings with silent shoutis this what grief is all about? sac
Words for the Journey
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