Her arms could have been wrapped around him
But it is not.
The weight of truth is felt when it is accepted,
And that is when grief begins to heal.
Such is the narrative of life
But who knows when a better story will arise?
Who Knows?
K.Oni
O, Lord of mercy Mercy me in my distress! My heart has gone far from you And your light of peace Has escaped my soul! O, bitter is the gall...
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