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Brid… August 24, 2009

Posted by ZaQ in Readings....
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…ge where she walks.

Face of Sorrow
Toc the Younger, Steven Erikson

I have seen the face of sorrow
She looks away in the distance
Across all these bridges
From whence I came

And those spans, trussed and ached
Hold up our lives as we go back again
To how we thought then
To how we through we thought then

I have seen sorrow’s face,
But she is ever turned away
And her words leave me blind
Her eyes make me mute

I do not understand what she says to me
I do not know if to obey
Or attempt a flood of tears
I have seen her face

She does not speak
She does not weep
She does not know me
For I am but a stone fitted in place
On the bridge where she walks

great poem, great book :p


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