An ancient sage once has been asked, 'Oh sire,
What be this sadness that doth inspire?'
'To grieve,' he said, with words so wise,
'Is but to dwell upon one's guise.'
In solitude, our thoughts run wild,
Feeding the flames of sorrow's child.
We brood and fret, consumed by care,
Forgetting all the joys we share.
But when we turn our gaze away,
And seek to brighten others' day,
The shadows lift, the clouds depart,
And gladness fills our aching heart.
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Sorrow
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