Rivers of sorrow
never ending
return as mist to clouds
and fall again as rain.
Droplets spoil our sky today
but lap a grateful shore tomorrow.
The world is kept alive like this
fed on rain and sorrow.
All the pain in the world must rise
a single tear at a time.
As sure as there is sun today
clouds will cry again
tomorrow.
Copyright ©1999 by Nathan Harms
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