A few haiku for you.
Grief is the black bird
that sits upon your shoulder
to swallow your tears.
~
Her happiness grates
just like nails on a board;
I can only wince.
~
I can feel myself
open, petal by petal,
blossoming anew.
Grief is the black bird
that sits upon your shoulder
to swallow your tears.
~
Her happiness grates
just like nails on a board;
I can only wince.
~
I can feel myself
open, petal by petal,
blossoming anew.