A Formula
loneliness that dissolves
in a glass of smile
sadness that fades
in the lights of your laughter
sorrows that leave a space
of rising hope
grief that does not stay long
lament not overwhelming
a contentment that knows
what is the meaning of quiet
self that knows the place
beyond the self
up there, a finger points
to heaven
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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