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Of all the things she said


Of all the things she said
The worst was the silence
Between the sentences
Where I felt her presence

Towards the end of her struggle
The best was the courage
Torn of the secrets
She held away from me

Sadness strolled pungently like blood
As a sheet of glowing purity
Strong words of comfort
Not strong enough for grief

A sudden shimmer of life
Blast sorrow’s black shapes
To dust and bashing ravens
No more craving my remorse

Of all the things she said
The most beautiful was her laughter
After days of deep gloomy shadows
And a rumour of death

Of all the things she said
The bravest word was love