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DEAREST SORROW
Whence the birds are singing,
An ode to this silent dream.
Fare thee well, my dearest Sorrow—
I have found joy.
All I remember
is the madness it took
to set me free—
to live.
Whence the birds are singing,
An ode to this silent dream.
Fare thee well, my dearest Sorrow—
I have found joy.
All I remember
is the madness it took
to set me free—
to live.
poems about freedom
