Have you tasted the tears of a
Mother in pain? I have
I would spare you the taste
The loose rocks, the falling sands
down the mountain, the grayness of the leaves in refusal of rain
The flowers in enmity of the beast
that pounce through the forest
The emptiness that fills the heart, where men lives like angels
I would spare you the anguish
The maddening silence, with speed of turbulence, the crushing of the cloud
in shackles of chains, the deafening of the night in absence of words
I would spare you a lot more, but I would give you one
The eyes are bent for only one path
A path that satisfies in bitterness, and ever distress
That path, where water would find peace
in the rock that slides through
its gentle face
MO.
The image was took with my phone on a site I visited.