sadness grows then it snowballs
or a rose unfolding in the dark
sadness mists I can hear this
sing like rain, self sustaining
what is wistful can be tender
beautiful, beautiful
just as long as you remember
sadness cannot last
gladnesses are best
sadness flows like a river
wave on wave
for king or knave
like a rose unfolding in the dark
guard your very heart
some who know make music, music
I've not heard the Muse refuse it
lovely, lovelier longing for a better earth
a heaven full of mirth.
mary angela douglas 2 july 2023
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