Some sorrows are sweet,
The boundless beauty of which
fills your bounty to the rhythm
of a stolen season,
That you’d like to keep them
close to your core.
You wouldn’t like to
wash it off with tears
nor blurt it out in fears,
nor would you wipe it clear
from the terrible chambers
of memory’s mistress.
You’d lock it up in your heart,
With the key of your soul
And throw it down the
deep blue depths into the well of silence.
The sorrow carves a depth in you
Where in the next spring,
a thousand joys make nest.

GREG RAKOZY WARREN WONG

 

Affiliate Disclosure: Some of the links or advertisements in the wordket website are affiliate links or advertisements, meaning, at no additional cost to you. We will earn a commission, if you click through and make a purchase. Thank you 🙂

Leave a Reply

You May Also Like
Read More

Hollows

My love, and not I, is the egoist. My love for thee loves itself more than thee; Ay,…
Read More

Echo

How many an acorn falls to die For one that makes a tree! How many a heart must…
Read More

But Why?

A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he…
Read More

Begin Again

Every day is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new. You who are weary of…
Read More

Virtual World

The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss Upon the wetted sand. I look, yet dream. Surely…
Read More

Hallowe’en

A gypsy flame is on the hearth, Sign of this carnival of mirth. Through the dun fields and…