Thursday, 3 October 2013


When you have wept the last of waterfalls,
And your eyes are painful, but dry & clean,
When you have cried the drops of rainfalls,
And you have wrapped yourself in streams,
When you feel the world´s rivers go flowing,
And in your blue veins, your blood does run,
When your words of woe, go waft & blowing,
And upon winsome winds, fly to golden sun,
When on ocean tides, your sadness floats away,
And in brooks & rivers, you drown all sorrows,
When you let all flow, to start a brand new day,
And that is when, you´ll begin a new tomorrow.

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