Please let her cry; The poor blind spinster.
Still she hears like in a nightmare how the horrible war planes scraped the helpless sky and who wipes her faithful tears?
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What a lonely poem picture you have painted here. Only you can say why this poor soul cried quietly. Memorable work, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra