Sadness is the one of all, for being sad is something no one can describe.  

Sadness is sad.  It's one of all. 

Sadness is the color blue.  Sadness is in me and you. 

No one can say it's a sad day, for to be that everyone would have to be sad that day.  

Then it still would be a happy day.  Unless it wept. 

The millions of people sometimes rejoice at its weeping.  For a drought starves many.


  • Accidental Poet

    Turning sadness into happiness is a gift you're capable of. Excellent poem Marlena.

    • marlenawood

      Thanks for the compliments as well love!!

    • LaurašŸŒ»

      Seeing you hold that baby makes me smile...not sad at all! You give it life and joy! A beautiful write!


      • marlenawood

        Thanks love an yes my youngest son Ashton is spoiled like all my others. They are my air I breathe for sure an thanks again!!

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