Grief

Breathing volcanic grief
That wrinkle my soul
To an aged storm,
I grew up, but this pain
Does not get any smaller!

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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2 Responses to Grief

  1. miguelalex888 says:

    You make very good use of the exclamation mark in your poems!

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