On the day when my words were earth... I was a friend to stalks of wheat. On the day when my words were wrath I was a friend to chains. On the day when my words were stones I was a friend to streams. On the day when my words were a rebellion I was a friend to earthquakes. On the day when my words were bitter apples I was a friend to the optimist. But when my words became honey... flies covered my lips!... Translated by Ben Bennani Submitted by C.K.
Added: 14 Oct 2002 | Last Read: 4 Jul 2009 4:07 PM | Viewed: 3732 times
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