Twelve tears from the sky
whose face was shrouded by
cloud and night
and the tenuous web of joy
drunk in its sorrow
the leaf and earth greened
in invisible night
the towering womb
loosened the day spring
Twelve tears from the sky
whose face was shrouded by
cloud and night
and the tenuous web of joy
drunk in its sorrow
the leaf and earth greened
in invisible night
the towering womb
loosened the day spring
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