Stars fade, scars fade,
Each one a dot in the line -
A car on a passing train,
One you've boarded many times.
You get there, you come back,
Time moves forward in its spiral -
Take off your shoes when sand gets in;
Embroider on the cloth of survival.
Words you say and words you hear -
They can be the dreams you see;
Search the wall for open doors,
Try the song in a different key.
Weary feet and weary soul -
Forest full of fallen boughs,
You have given life to life
Even if nobody knows.
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A/N: the title is a line from an old Patrick Sky song called "The Beggar's Riddle", but the video I added is The Eurythmics "When Tomorrow Comes", and below is the beautiful video for Michael Buble's best song, "Lost"
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Syntax for Grief
Poetry{Poetry} We're keepers of each other's stories; you make me real.
