Refuge

I took my sorrow into the forest—
Oh, do not hurt the forest with your sorrow!

I took my bitterness to the sea,
But the sea answered,
The brine of my own bitterness is bitter enough.

I could not reach into the sky's height and calm;
I was ashamed to lay my weeping on the bosom of the earth.
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