To feel when mere feeling has nothing left to say
To ingratiate one's heart and say "I understand"
When understanding cannot be measured in true worth
But is left to vague misgivings and wondering of reality.
Feeling cannot come from an empathetic heart
Or even one who's mind is set on caring.
It comes only through the living and dying
Of ever bright star - shining, glimmering,
Bringing a hope of a sweeter, yet softer morrow
And comes along, borne on the wings of a learned sorrow.
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