Misty-eyed, sorrowful, holding onto memories of love
in times of duress, etching images deeply inside
chambers of my heart,
The past sticks to my inner mind without letting go,
afraid to pour forth grief in the middle of a crowded
room.
Sanctioning life's corners with tears of love in times
of great sadness, associated in life with our human
natures.
Stinging though the pain may be, underlying it all are
memories of deepest joy and love.
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