Reading.
A novel beauty.
Sweet rest from noise
Loved like Job
everyone knows
but no one knows her soul
Pitied
We do the best we can.
She is the sole understander,
the only qualified storyteller.
Bad surprise on a good day.
Did he tell her to forget so she wouldn't be sad?
An infinite ravine has opened.
Anything
rebuild the broken bridge.
But a wall,
break it.
It is impossible.
A river runs through the ravine.
To fall is to be lost.
There is another river.
There are waters in your soul.
Free them.
Join the river.
Your words will not destroy.
Jump in,
be free.
Fear not.
Tears only make the water sweeter.
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