Deep rivers we all must cross

Sadness
Somedays washes over me
And like the tide
Leaves only a melancholy sheen
Other days
A long forgotten sorrow bubbles up
Reminding of currents
Unseen and seldom understood
The flowers of compassion cannot grow
Without wetness to soften a sometimes
Hardened ground
But
Without the summer sun
The joys that dry most any tear
A heart will soon become
Dank and frumpy
Too moldy
To ever laugh
Unexpectedly

dg

7/8/12

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