Their sorrows gathered 
In piles like leaves, 
Swirling and blown
By a late autumn breeze,
Dry dead sorrows that 
Tumbled down beats 
And vacant streets.

They stared out 
Through a window
Looking down at 
Their sorrows,
And they felt empty 
And hollow somehow,
Because those sorrows 
Meant something to them,
Made them feel life 
More richly and deeply;
For their sorrows had  
Given them depth.

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