smacking the conquest
as over the pains
each speckles of the dust
tell us the depth of sorrow
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very sad indeed, but with full of meaning of sorrow. top mark my friend.
you just penned, the feeling of sorrow, to a friend in a quiet situation, words are very powerful, but its end of a wonderful write.
And after all the anger, vengeful feelings, sorrow...comes quietly creeping the 'acceptance'. The resolution of feelings we can neither withhold, nor activate...in this is a sort of 'pain', to know we are surely helpless...that acceptance is, truly, our help.xxxElysabeth
Shelley Percy Bysshe - Poem Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? beautiful right, thanks for sharing Dr. kar, best regards, Mary
Your writing holds much distinction throughout each piece...whether Happy or sad...thay are Always worth reading even when you can relate...and can hurt the reader by touchin their emotions so deeply.That is a Great title to call your own Subhendu...and I thank you for this! God Bless you my brother from another mother, Smile! ten/ten! Just me keeping it real, lol. Shelley