Anguished Elegy of the Hurt
Ah, woe to my wretched eyes!
Two despairing ponds, brimming with bitter tears.
Whether seas and oceans together were enjoined,
Their saltiness within my sorrow, would easily disappear.
Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2012
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