Branches Of Grief
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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So many tears falling onto my plate through the years,
drenching the interior of this being.
Taking it down stairwells and into the darkness of a
sorrow so tenderly leaving.
Forlorn and forsaken, hanging on the branches of grief
as it slowly turns life around.
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