With a divided heart
but soul intact,
I gather my tears,
in a copper cup.
Later, I will drink of them,
and remember
the price I paid,
for happiness.
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| Third Place Winner, Shadow Poetry 2004 | ||||
| Tears With a divided heart but soul intact, I gather my tears, in a copper cup. Later, I will drink of them, and remember the price I paid, for happiness. |
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