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Grief's somber veil descends,
A sky that weeps with sorrow's hue,
At times the sun's warm light transcends,
But clouds of pain soon shroud anew.
Some days the rain falls soft and slow,
A gentle patter, a melancholy sigh,
Other days the storm's fierce winds do blow,
And tears fall hard, like summer's pouring sky.
Yet still we stand, beneath the gray,
And weather grief's unpredictable sway,
For in its darkness, we find a way,
To navigate love's bittersweet decay.
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Grief is not linear. It hand over us like the sky and is as unpredictable as the weather.