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Grief has its rhythm – first the wild swift tide of dark despair the time of bleak aloneness ~When even God’s not there and then the slow recedingtill quiet calms the sea and bare, washed sand is everywhere where castles used to be ~The gentle lapping of the waves upon the shore – and then… Read more
Night summer breeze whispering in the trees dreams of love and you ~Heart swellsbringing tears to my eyes thoughts of paradise ~I kissed the flowers at your graveknelt and pressed my face to earth ~Will you come again upon the breezecaressing my cheeks helping me to be brave?
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