I cannot say all the expressions
Of sorrow,
Much like love.
How it flows through our life
Our music on the breeze.
Our paintings,
A moment in time
With so much to say.
How we sing so beautifully,
Sorrow;
Poetry & Tears.
How quiet we become;
Or I can say of myself –
Emotions,
Held in my mouth
Like oxygen
With substance.
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