SORROW
15th July, 2015

"When sorrow my soul cleave"
That my brawl suppressed by tears,
That thing from a shell
Flies high my soul unto celestial bond.
As by each a storm come by,
Yet wither it for expertise
By each a spike from God knows where.
To have my elf a day more
I tranquil moments breath at per.
That thing flying must be free;
My self I spake; a promise like,
To spall my aches and worries
Divide and conquer, lioness reveals
Quick I learn to refrain a squall.
So that when sorrow my soul cleave
That my brawl suppressed by tears.
That thing from a shell
Demiss my soul into celestial bond.
As by each a storm come by,
I wither it for expertise
By each a spike from God knows where.

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