Bereavement
Let not the heat of anger scorch one's soul.
Simmered down by a rain of sorrow,
New life can be had from the ground below.
There, the soul gives birth to a seed of joy,
Sustained by memories of those lost to time.
Copyright © Aris Shank | Year Posted 2023
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