My Miseries And Vicissitudes, - Poem by maxpoet beauty
My miseries and vicissitudes,
My miseries and vicissitudes was a destruction of soul,
For my grievance brought the afflictions,
I never knew that this was me,
I knew that it was you that made me start this,
My miseries was a revelance of unseeing happiness,
The water was the fire never quenching,
Deeper that the sky unseen,
Far from lies,
I saw that woman teaching us hatred to love,
My troubles are making,
But in reality coming to my end in my spiritual Truth's.
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