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 … Continue reading Poetry: Sadness saddened sadness sadly through its sad eyes More