Fear, then, how they weep.
Fear, then, how they weep.
Your merest word became my prayer.
Cry, and be deceived,
and so endure.
Life is a bloodletting, maple-syrup-slow.
Is there love anywhere in this strange world?
In love at all, she has left it behind
to flower, to flower.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories