The hardened feel sadness hardly.
The saddened feel hardness rarely.
The loved feel sadness deeply.
The sadness feels love in itself.
The boldness of sadness is unknowable.
The lovingness of sadness is palpably present.
Any emptiness is not real emptiness,
as only love can dig out of itself its sadness.
Sadness is a place, and not a direction.
Sadness comes ready-made to wear it.
Sadness doesn’t depend on anything.
Sadness is just love turned inside out.
Sadness brings meaning to lost love.
We all contain sadness within us all.
If we’re sad, it’s because sadness loved,
but it loved so deeply it became sadness.
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