Wednesday's Child

Wednesday, December 15, 2004


Countless tears I've shed, yet
many more were quelled
and denied their outlet;
secret grief withheld.

Those I let flow freely
are forgotten quite;
they refreshed and healed me:
sweet dewfall at night.

Those that sank and rested
on the heart's deep floor
turned to ulcers, festered:
cancer at the core.

-P.A. Vyazemsky


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