as loyal as a dog

These herbs are bitter,

And this world has a million stories.

Hands, both large and small,

Carry the water from the well.

Life,

Where are you taking me?

The sky is filled with windows,

If I can only open one, I will be free.

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What good is weeping 

While turtles still crawl 

Through the tall, wet grass? 

What good is sorrow 

When love still grows 

In every fresh smil…