Grief is made unbelievably bitter by the sweet
Memories forever imprinted in our spirit
But we sit empty of the future’s promised comfort
We desperately ask: sweet Spirit, comfort me!
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Grief is made unbelievably bitter by the sweet
Memories forever imprinted in our spirit
But we sit empty of the future’s promised comfort
We desperately ask: sweet Spirit, comfort me!
No posts