A pall of grief and sorrows lies
Upon the worried brow
Even as time so swiftly flies
This season of grief shall bow
As wounded traverse unknown ground
Apart from the world at large
Uneasy kinship there is found
With a common goal to charge
Gathering each precious moment
Hidden away in the heart
So if to others not potent
To this soul a vital part
Yes, joy and laughter will return
As sure as night follows day
But do not this time of grief spurn
Allow your sorrow its say
~ Ellen Apple 4/19/2016
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