I looked into the distance
And saw the dark horison
So I asked the sun to pierce it
But its rays seemed not to be on
I looked into the distance
But there was not any sound
So I sent out an eagle
But nothing could it find
Then I picked up some saffron
And flung it up into the air
And then somehow knew it in my heart
That one grain had touched your hair
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Fred Hose
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May 9, 2006 A Grain Of Saffron
December 16, 2006 06:02 PM EST
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