In shadows deep, grief finds its dwelling place, A heavy cloak, its touch leaves no trace. With shattered heart, we tread the path of woe, In sorrow's grip, emotions ebb and flow.
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Excellent poem I can relate to. We have to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves down, and start all over again.