Words written evoke tears
As the words create patterns of beauty
I see his writ for more than words
He sees not the merit of his verse
Nor the quality of his reason
Shall I lay it to mine own foolishness? Nay!
A delight is not squandered
I delight in my dear tears of life
The reading of another ~ Maggie ~ September 7, 2008 @ 8:36 p.m. EST
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