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When the sun is swallowed by sorrow a flower surrenders her bloom – loneliness becomes the earth and time has disappeared There is no movement, only grief’s scent lingering in her lungs Between the Lines © 2026
When the sun is swallowed by sorrow a flower surrenders her bloom – loneliness becomes the earth and time has disappeared There is no movement, only grief’s scent lingering in her lungs Between the Lines © 2026
Between the Lines 