Over
Awash
with a sadness that swept
Over
from the sight of a poor girl
Convulsing
with grief as she wept
Over
the loss of her still world.
Broken
to feel such painful grief
Over
another soul's uncontrolled daven
Bringing
only wishes of sleep's relief
Over
the ground of death's haven.
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