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Through Grief's Eyes

Written by Anon

 

No amount of sunrises 

Can make up for 

the amount of sunsets.

 

A terrible tradjety,

marked by day go 

and night come,

 

An everlasting,

goregous dance between

clouds and stars,

blue and orange.

 

step in line

and fall in place -

we watch with our fingers

interlocked,

and our gazes

matched as one.