If money be everything what burden would the mule carry, what scent the wind,
If love was everywhere whose flesh the fangs seek, whose heart the arrow lick;
that diamond bled the digger's hand,
that diamond etched the kohl eyes red,
If that diamond be a trinket,
whose passion it kindle and whose hunger it kill?
Saturday, December 08, 2007
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