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The river of tears
flowed through my heart more times
than i can tell you my friend,
Silent tears, roaring tears,
tears which would fill oceans,
tears of the heart -
which were so much more than salty water,
But today in the gentle glow of morning,
I turn my head to the river bank and there a stone has washed ashore,
Bright and sparkling,
I have not seen it before. And yet I know its name -
Grace.
I will go pick it up and put it in my pocket.


A very special thank you to our dear friend Maithri for sharing this poem with us in our Poetry Forum on December 8, 2006.

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