The Edge of Grief

They sat on the edge of their grief
letting the tears stream out.
The salty droplets formed a pool,
splashing gently into a soft, rhythmic dance.
Their bodies swayed to the comforting sound.
One by one they dared to look inside
and discovered there was light.
                                           --Rhea Giffin ©1998

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