With foolish words
did I offend?
Did I insult and injure
a dear and faithful friend?
If drops of blood,
could cleanse this stain,
believe me my friend,
I would draw against my vein.
Perhaps with time,
this mark will fade.
With years I will rebuild
what I tore in a day.
By Joseph Bishara
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