And somehow, in the clutter, and the clamor of our life
There was time for tears.
A break in the weather, when the storm stood still,
And we cried together.
And they cleansed us, soothed away the soil
Built up for years.
Then life resumed. But I always will
Make time for tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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