Author: PeterMoore PM
free verseRated: Fiction K - English - Drama - Words: 102 - Reviews: 9 - Published: 12-03-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2446301
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Grief is like the harsh wind that makes your coat fly,
or takes your umbrella.
Grief is not like the little breeze that plays with your hair,
or flicks your cheek.
Some when the harsh wind comes,
face it and go on,
and some trip.
While others can't handle it,
and fall deeper and deeper.
We must help them all,
because grief is grief,
no matter how harsh the wind blows.
For grief is not the breeze that flicks your cheek'
or plays with your hair.
Grief is the harsh wind that takes your umbrella,
or makes your coat fly.