Pungent continuing ways
Not coming unexpectedly
With coldness in its garden
The buds of nowhere luck
But like clouds in grays
To feelings unconnectedly
Gestures of hope bombardin'
Chords of disdain dim pluck
Each rose that dies in dryness
From worlds anger wryness
Songs of the glowering sky
Those are within lives vein
Lost in the yearn backyard
Where the muck is on the walls
Deep in roots unhappiness lie
Movements in beats of pain
The edges - uneven and jarred
Bittersweet moment’s rainfalls
Occasional low and highness
Sullen moods empty of spryness
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