I have not heard br The melody of morning birds br This entire summer season… br I’m sure they still sing br Delicately at dawn, br But my thoughts are deafening: br I think of your tears br And how we walked away br From each other on a fateful day br Of anger and jealousy, br A day of harsh words br And damnable recriminations! br br When you feel hurt br To the empty core of your being, br Forgiveness is impossible br And the loneliness br Is the taste of death.