...when they can't breathe.
He told me what was grieve.
The dark man walked the street, three blocks left for him to go.
It's 11:11, and I wish for you, I ask the angels to bring you back.
an overwhelming amount of love; sincerely from the heart
In memory of our little pup Rusty x
One person dies another begins to live By these means humanity will forgive;
A Norwegian poem about grieve. Et norskt dikt om sorg.
What happens now is a problem
This poem is very self-explanatory. Basically, the so called "love" came and went as if it happened overnight. The poem asks if the love was really there in the first place.