Soothing Sadness


She wished to grieve.

But where to go and grieve?

Grieving of the grave past.

It was hers, which was lost in the past.

 

Seduced, abused and now confused.

She was the spring tide of the sea.

She bulged out to her lost moon.

She wished to rise but rested in restless doom.

 

She had the burns of cold flames.

Conspired colors colored her name.

Her transient steps stepped miles.

She was the abandoned road in the barren land.

 

Lo! She reached the forlorn fork.

She grieved and warmed the cold.

 

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