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Poetry By: Cher Fallon
Romance


Tags: Grief, Sorrow, Loss


Grief has many stages


Submitted:Dec 9, 2008    Reads: 143    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


When I walk along the street,  
And crush the ants below my feet,
I think of you, my loving sweet,
Cause they crawl, and squirm, and look asleep. 
  When Autumn comes and leaves do fall,
And all the limbs are bare and tall,
I think of you, and all your gall,
And then my love, I burn them all.
  When winter comes and all is white,
I think of all those cold, cold nights,
And then of you and all our fights,
And then I clench my fists with all my might.
  And then when spring brings out the flowers
To deck the halls and all the towers,
I cry for you, for those lonesome hours,And tears fall on your grave in useless showers.




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