Love, Heathcliff
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tide
Tears are not tears quite
When there is a limitless stock
When the flowing is not burdened by ebbs and by strain
So constant they should not come as a shock
But every drop awakens
Every inch every thought;
Like poetry comes
And does not stop
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