Grief is such a timeless, impervious agony.
But we grow around it,
Surrounding it as a pearl embraces a painful intrusion.
Every so often, I find the pearl that holds you,
And I grasp it in my hand.
Then I put it back with the others.
Bryson Thomas
Category: poem
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As I tread the forest
Autumn touches the soft pulse
Behind my ear.
Welcome me back sweet lover, she calls,
I’ve missed you
This long year!She blows closer,
Draws warmth from my skin,
And oh, what a state you’re in!
Let me kiss you with colours.And without a sound
She brings me to ground,
All tangles and heaves.
And then? She leaves.Bryson Thomas
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