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The shores of grief

move in and out

With pressing tides

And no mind for sails

Watering the growing sorrow

It's cackle cries out

For grief is a funny thing

It grows sorrow

Brings life to anger

Washes away happier times

It does oh so much to the mind

The shores of grief

Are ever moving

And I can't say

I know how to fight

The raw beauty and power

Of a nature so bright

Of the shores of grief