Grief

Grief Lest not to drown Into an inch of grief oh my heart, Here I am training you to joy! Every day I am training you, in order to (sun glitter) rejoice! In order for the (dew of the rose / home / Lover / friend / city /river and the sea...) rejoice! Every day I am training you, So why my back's bow, from the grief Oh my small heart? Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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Earl Schumacker

Date: 9/27/2014 1:26:00 AM

Hi Fatima, This is a lovely little poem. It has a great conservation of language and utilization of words. It is also a very sad poem. Your heart and soul come through brilliantly. In my estimation, it has merit. It is solid and sound. Keep up the good work. Have a great week end. Take care. Earl