Aloud she cried out in agony
So endless is her torment
For so long in this battle
All evils dost ail her
Oh woe of woes begone
Alas, Comes salvation
She rises awake from the sleep
It was yet mid-morning
What a horrible real-dream
An endless night it made of the night
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9