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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.

mine, also
has
become a stranger.

how strange.

i often do not sleep,
so have decided
it is not a
problem.

there is always
another world
out there,
that is not ours.

i like mine.

i like your writing.



sbm