Lot’s Wife (Bout-Rime form)

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2016 by Hello World

Salty tears,
and salt as stone.
’Tis salt me fears,
and salt alone.

The salt brings grief,
for salt is what I see.
Salt takes flower and the leaf.
The salt leaves nothing – save for me.

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