I
I would learn
What they meant
That with time
When would melt
Frozen words
That I kept
II
Hard was that
To keep them held
And I was done
Met some folks
Dropped them in
To the heaven of one
They, they welcome us From a smile and laugh of joy When God sent us from heaven to earth For them It is a circle, We send them back From earth to heaven Before reunite in front of The Most of Beloved One
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Wow! Yes, tradition is the solitude created by the gathering of a warm company- out of many, one. There's no finer tradition. An absolutely brilliant verse, Ali.