Arthur Weil

I Cry No More

I cry no more, those wet salty tears
Instead my humble old body seriously celebrates
Each day, so welcome, like each pendant on a gold chain
Sparkles, rings, amuses, entices,
Kindles kind, warm flames in my heart

While the world outside decimates, denigrates, accusingly divides
So I enjoy the solace, the secret silence,
Like a prophet from afar I cross over the landscape of time

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