Sonnet 034
Laijon Liu 20160319
Potion for the body, tears for the soul
Bitter herbs are better use than crocodile tears
Minor injuries that body naturally heals
But O soul, soul is incomplete, incurable
Pedestrians walk in their fashions, cloaked
Their stress, fears, doubts, and lonely misery
Daily cross the street on the zebra lines
In their rush hours and mechanic motion
Every face is a blob in a grand painting
How insignificant we are, successful or not
In this vast vacant seemingly timeless world
Our life seems only a biological process
Tears are pearls of a repenting soul
Precious remedy also cures another
