On Grief

My daughter has the wisest eyes,
as behooves an ancient soul,
like bluish tinted summers skies
seen reflected from a shoal.

-"What's grief?", she asked one sunny day
with the innocence of youth.
I choked and quickly turned away
as I hinted at the truth.

-"The man without compassion fears
his impending final breath."
-"All Joy for him is stained by tears."
-"Only love does not know Death."





Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2020-09-21 at 10:09

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