February 6, 2009 by Rufaida
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out,
“It tastes sweet, does it not?”
“You’ve caught me,” grief answered,
“and you’ve ruined my business,
how can I sell sorrow when you know it’s a blessing?
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