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''WHAT WOULD HAVE NOT BEEN POSSIBLE
IF YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MINE, IN THIS WORLD''
THE BRILLIANT SUN RISES,
FROM THE UNKNOWN DEPTHS OF DARKNESS
WHENEVER THE IDEA OF MEETING YOU
STRIKES THE DELICATE STRINGS OF MY HEART
BUT OH STUBBORN! YOUR THORNY ATTITUDE
BURIES THE SPARKLE OF HOPR
DEEP IN THE BLEAK SEA (OF GLOOM)
THE STARLESS NIGHT ENSUES, WITNESSING,
HOW THE JEWELS ARE BETRAYING THIER POSSESSOR
AND VANISH INTO BANAL WILDERNESS
MY MOANINIGS PRONOUNCED, MY GRIEF PROFOUND
ALL WONDERSTRUCK! HOW CAN ONE BE DENIED
THE QUINTESSENCEOF LIFE, LOVE
NOW, WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT
'THE TREASON OF BLOOD''
OR THE CURSE OF THIS-WORLDLINESS
SOMEHOW, THE AGONY OF NIGHT IS OVER
AND MORNING, PLACIDLY, BECKONS ME TO LIFE
BUT THE FLOWERS ARE NO MORE FRAGRANT
AND THE FRESHNESS OF DEW A SUFFOCATION
THE TWITTER OF BIRDS IS DEVOIDOF SYMPHONY
AND DARKNESS VISIBLE AT THE ZENITH OF DAY
AND WHAT PREVAILS, MERCILEESLY
THE SOMBRE AURA, A CRUEL RECEPTACLE
WHERE DEATH HAS MIXED WITH LIFE
AND THE BORDERLINE HAS VANISHED....
feroz rather
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