O heart of sorrow

Bleed out your lungs
O heart of sorrow,
May all your content
Pour itself out;
I want you free
Of sorrow, O heart;
That with joy
You may be refilled.
Since joy and sorrow
Make such poor bedfellows,
Never can they together
Sojourn;
When one is in,
The other must be out;
I see joy beaming
A smile
At a waiting corner
As sorrow flies away
By leaps and bounds;
Calm is a must
When the storm
Wears itself out;
No winter goes all year,
Spring is waiting
As is summer;
And Autumn to take its turn; Each knocking the one before;
And on the circle goes.
Thus worry not about
The sorrows,
Gone, they’ll be before
You know.

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