After loving her,
Having liked and loved her,
Deserted and left you,
Divorced and dumped you
Her, a poor woman
To poor destitute,
A girl weeping,
Sobbing and sighing
With tears into the eyes of hers,
Dried on the cheeks,
Half-wiped and half-dried,
Trying to wipe with her hands,
Left to her destiny
And repenting,
Broken-hearted and pained from her within,
Unable to stand,
Seeking solace
For peace and a calm resignation
To gain over
To adjust with life and its conditions.
See, the garden in full bloom,
But pluck not a flower,
Sing the song of life,
But devastate not anyone's life
as it is easy to destroy,
But difficult to create.
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