The eyes of the soul
do not weep.
Rather, they cry with the agony
of a thousand lives remembered.
My life? Your life?
Is it so different when I sigh that deeply?
Or have I found in the mirror
one facet of that largest gem of all:
a precious stone they call humanity.
do not weep.
Rather, they cry with the agony
of a thousand lives remembered.
My life? Your life?
Is it so different when I sigh that deeply?
Or have I found in the mirror
one facet of that largest gem of all:
a precious stone they call humanity.