There’s a sadness,
Which begins-
In the quiet of dark;
There’s a sadness,
Which peaks when-
there’s noise abound;
There’s a sadness,
From which sleep-
Is a sought for solace;
There’s a sadness,
Which grips me
-wide awake.
Then there’s the sadness,
From which my –
poetry originates.
It’s that sadness,
I cling to-
During life’s turbulences.
When I viewed my “serched terms” recently, I discovered that someone searched for “sadness”. So, here goes.
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