Sadness is an emotion
just like the others
but it doesn't sound as mute
as dropping a bird's feather
you can hear it in one's sob and also in their silence
you can see it if you look close if you look closely in their eyes
it isn't beautiful like poetry nor prose
yet, it births the twain
it doesn't come alone, no
but with guilt, grief and pain you can sense it in one's aura
and see it in the stars
they drew around their scars even if the latter fades
the soul is always hollow,
dug with a spade
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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