Are love liquefied
Like Gibran told me sorrow was joy
They fall for love even in pain
Strange things, tears
For when falling for fear
Fall for the love of fearlessness
Sanctity
Sanctuary
God gave us tears
The misfortunate who weep no more
If to cry was to be weak
I would ask to appear lowly
Than to be among the strong
The strong that are weak
Like the sad who are happy
Like Gibran told me sorrow was joy
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