promises of faith as when the truth
flows like a fountain of beauty
beneath and beyond the trust
at the alter of love vile less and divine
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Dr, beautiful full of richness words of the heart, pleasure to read voted regards Chris
Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad poems are about - sharing.