Come as You Are...

Her arm were round her dearest friend's.
She was weeping and her friend wept too.
They wept for their friendship, their kind-heartedness,
and the unfortunate need to soil their hands with anything sordid,
anything fake, anything unworthy,
which would fade away the other day.


And they wept too for their lost bond, lost trust, lost deep relation.
But the tears of both women were sweet.
They come as they are...
-excerpted from War and Peace