Woman With Sorrow
I see the one who stands beneath the shaded tree,
and fixedly watches the ripples on a stream
till the dusk of day has fallen, and nature
pulls its darkened curtain across the colored heavens.
I see the one who sits upon the cypress breast,
and with her slender finger touches the earth,
and from her heart creates the thoughts
embedding her with sadness.
Then with another finger yet,
the gently brushes from the earth
the thoughts she had transmitted upon the reddened clay.
As is to say, “I’ll keep the secrets of my sorrows
with nature’s heart alone.”
From her cheeks she wipes away the stinging tears,
which fill her limpid eyes and form the wetting pearls.
They never die, they never fade,
but renew themselves each time she thinks upon her sorrows.
When the day had died
and sun has sunken from the western mount,
she gazes at the distant hills with all their beauty abound
she sees with painful sigh.
Yes, I know the one who shares her every sorrow
with nature’s understanding heart, for this is where
her strength will grow to meet tomorrow’s trial.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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