sorrow
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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
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If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say? The sorrow did not break you – it gathered beneath you until there was enough wind to lift you higher than you ever knew you could go – look at you soar! Between the Lines © 2026
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Between sips the wanderings sting, an empty glass gives sorrow wings Between the Lines © 2026
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