The Sad Souls of Those Who Cannot Love
The sad souls of those who lived
without blame and without praise.
The sad souls of those who loved
without pain and without joy.
The sad souls of those whose faith was
as a flute.
Their compassion as an accordion.
Without the artistry to play either,
their sorrow was all melody, no words,
no sensual movement between the notes.
The sad souls of those who cannot love.
____ AKSHR
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