Warm water caresses her, soothing her soul
and washing away the tears of her sorrow.
In her tearful solitude she is so beautiful;
the depths of her heart, as gorgeous as
falling white, purple, and burgundy rose petals.
There is no one to hold her, so she holds herself;
in her own embrace, she lets out all of her pain
and finds beautiful transcendence under water
that gently falls like healing rain.
Beautiful Thoughts 