Sound of sorrow

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The sound of sorrow echoed,
to burst the seal of pain,
emit the song of grieving;
so is the Soul remade.

The wound of loss does fill,
glass of mind displayed,
another moment honoured;
instill new life betrayed.

The Self so then does tumble,
wrapped tight in fear’s fleece,
to fall upon the here and now;
so do we find new peace.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/02/07/wordle-198/

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Editor, writer, poet.
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