• Lysa Öster

The Well of Grief

Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief,

turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe,

will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering,

the small round coins, thrown by those who wish for something else David Whyte - Well of Grief Om du inte vet att skatter väntar i djupet - har du ännu inte varit där.

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