dry your tears with salt and peat
for ancient fires that still burn
create a light of searing heat
that lights the night you yearn
for tears that are spilt into the flame
of bitter untold grief
will never douse that fiery mane
or give any sweet relief
let old angers die a natural death
and seek a better way
and live each day in every breath
and never let old hurts have their way...
Author notes
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
-Euripides
A contest entry
- An Inspiration of Quotes by perdisbeaute.
300 points, ended February 27, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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Beautifully done, much said within this hauntingly lovely piece, much wisdom and the Imagery and more make it the fine, fine poem that it is...Thank you, Good Luck to you in the contest
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Wow, this is impressively good. I really loved it, your words speak a lot and tell almost a tale. I love it!!!
Thanks for entering
Michelle
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