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Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Chain

    Whispers ripple from the creek;
    murmurs soothing to the ear.
    The heart glows of hope in love;
    the sweetest sound visits again.
    Eyes attempt to hold the tears,
    yet droplets flow to seer the mind:

   remembering the root of hate grows wild, deep
   and from this creek it slakes its thirst.
   Love and hate both must be mourned;
   love a salve for hate, hate a balm for love;
   both silently ache from insomnia, long.

   All are doomed to know the worst;
   love and hate cannot divide;
   let fingers soft touch the hardest iron,
   and the chain remain forever strong.
 

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