In Sorrow

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In sorrow,
She mourns her beloved son,
What’s next to follow,
No one knows.

In sorrow,
He mourns his beloved daughter,
What’s next to follow,
His heart is hollow.

In sorrow,
She mourns her beloved husband,
What’s next to follow,
She is now a widow.

In sorrow,
He mourns his beloved wife,
What’s next to follow,
His desire for life is renounced to zero.

In sorrow,
They mourn the passing of a dear friend,
Someone they wished to be there tomorrow,
It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends.

And we know and I know,
Sorrow returns not the life’s it borrows,
Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow,
Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow.
Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors

Therefore my dear fellows,
In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow,
In sorrow,
I have closed on her all my doors and windows.

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