His spacious heart is brimmed with unspeakable
grief now.
It can be soothed where in this land of
felony?
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Immaculate Pain
His spacious heart is brimmed with unspeakable
grief now.
It can be soothed where in this land of
felony?
The desolated gardens of his emotions wear a
blazed and a parched look.
What they can appeal other than the showers
of your compassion?
The shadows of despondency run in tandem to
his unpropitious walk.
It can be sliced by what other than your
luminous company?
You are the only obstinacy of his naivety, he
baffles death on your hope, your arrival can
set free his baked soul.
Will not you come..? ? ?