Yesterday’s tears build a river,
Washing the soul of its pain,
Cleansing the heart and mind
Like a gentle sweet spring rain.



When you feel you have cried your river
And your throat aches from tears shed
And your mind is exhausted from feeling
Or your heart feels as if it is dead...



Raise your eyes to the skies and recall
How lovely a full moon can be.
See the stars shining gently on all,
And remember how good friends can be.



Call that friend who you know is there,
Waiting to help you through pain,
The one who does not judge, but listens,
So that you may soon love again!


Ps.Busy woman in Taipei .
Picture.Momo in Canada.
2004.06.11