Time of Grief
When clocks forget their steady song,
And shadows stretch the hours long,
The world stands still in muted leaf
Behold, the solemn time of grief.
No birds will sing, no dawn will bloom,
The sky itself becomes a tomb.
Each breath a weight, each thought a blade,
As joy retreats and colors fade.
The hands that once could hold the light
Now tremble in the endless night.
And memory that cruel, kind thief
Rules all within the time of grief.
Yet from the ashes, faint and far,
A trembling pulse recalls a star.
For even sorrow, sharp and brief,
Yields truth within the time of grief.
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