Sunday, August 2, 2015

Daniel Klawitter- A Poem

Not So Good Advice

When all good things grow weary,
and the nighttime bows its head-
and the one you love so dearly
won't feed the heart that's bled-

Make sure you sleep 'till mourning
is changed in dawn's new light.
For endless grief is boring:
transform it into spite. 

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