2015-07-22
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healing poem
I walk through a room
and now I am sad.
I went to feel happy, elated or glad.
I picked up someone's sorrow.
I hope this wont last to tomorrow.
Is it a gift or a cure?
I always think the worst.
But then it's what happens
I always imagine.
the light that's brought down. will
heal us both now.