katsune
cherry blossom
View attachment 4017 The Rose
Some say love
It is a river
That drowns tender reed
Some say love
It is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love
It is a hunger
That endless aching need
I say love
It is a flower
And you it's only seed
It's the heart afriad of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afriad of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think
That love is not only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose
Faleminderit
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The Weeping Woman
They all call me the somber one, Llorona,
somber, yet tender-hearted still.
*Though I burn, like jalapeños, Llorona,
there's sweetness when you take your fill.
(*literally: "I am like the green chile, Llorona,
Burning hot yet delectable.")
They think I don't feel the pain, Llorona,
because they can't see me cry.
But even the dead are tearless, Llorona,
and their sorrow is greater than mine.
O pity me, Llorona, Llorona,
and down to the river let's go.
Hold me closely inside your shawl, Llorona,
for I think I shall die in the cold.
If the heavens above were mine, Llorona,
for you I’d pull all the stars down.
I’d place the moon there at your feet, Llorona,
and take the sun’s rays for your crown.
To a Savior who bore the world's pain, Llorona,
I confided my horrible grief.
But my sorrowful suffering was such, Llorona,
that it made even Jesus weep.