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Funeral Song, I Wish I Could Sing
Isabelle5

The sorrow of a soul cannot be rushed,
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no more than the sun can be cajoled
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to early rise.
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When a lover passes on,
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Grief takes a moment
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to open her arms,
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embrace you
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like a mother
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with a child,
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waking you slowly.
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Grief visits you in waves,
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washes you in clouds of memory,
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each one shining and alone,
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passing by as if you dreamed them.
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A year and a half is the end of the sad story,
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all psychiatrists say -  by then
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it's nearly over and Grief no longer
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visits everyday.
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Ah, you are not crazy if you still mourn -
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the sun will rise,
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this too shall pass,
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Grief does move on.
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20 Sep 11

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good advice, too many commas, all in all i thought it was a kind and smooth poem, good job :)
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