Good Grief
It's the reflection, vanity and romance of Sadness that transform the Heart.
I once thought I could change Hell.
But if Hell is a place of Grief,
Heaven is Grace, cascading faces of Sadness; leaves on trees;
sad songs from Winter branches.
Do we dream of a world without Sadness,
outline of the Sycamore, cotton wool of clouds?
Heaven and Hell belong to the young.
Like a fear of God, they fall away after a time.
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