I wept for myself and my tears were bitter,
bitter as wind from the arctic sea.
I wept for others and my tears were salt,
salt as blood from a wound flowing free.
I wept for the Beloved and my tears were sweet,
sweet as fruit from an apricot tree.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Song Of Tears
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