Before delving into the parts of this section, I want to mention what I feel. The usage of diplomacy is widespread where there is politics. I have written two parts. Both parts explain its use, but the second part shows how one tends to be manipulative and deceive others. The underhanded tactics and fake agreements are figures of their usage. Very little do they know that genuine diplomacy needs sincerity, empathy, and creativity in its blood to survive. It cannot be an artificial tool. It is a mindset that helps in bringing mutual respect and understanding. Without these values, it loses its soul and hence becomes a hollow shell left without using its worth.

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While losing a striking point, you have become the mentioned & rumored politician!
The stained thoughts, their limited vision, and understanding are minute seams emerging to be perceived assumptions by the eyes of the public!
The impacting value of harshness that one is unspared of is the same element erected in different platforms and used as an opponent for a decaying political stature.
Would you care to ask these questions to yourself?
The ladder to heightened leadership shined brightly on your head.
Goodness is a choice; if that is the base of your outcome, then it would not contain even the slightest molecule of the mentioned dirt.
Have a look.
How my, not a sugar fluff- wants to convey it.
I hope this has its imprint to be a perfect barring to your ears to stop the flow of your spiteful ideas!
The unaware and divided attention remains maligned in its efforts to capture the state of your estranged heart to quell your dreamy hunger.
Your powered pirate is no lesser than excited storage that prefills its spirit of boasting with smugness.
The tables on which you work have heard about your intended voices to achieve gain over the death of issuance principles.
The sick idea of enjoying the misfortune of others and your decaying thoughts are soaked in gloated agreements and trying to achieve their motive with the helping hands of your mouth!
You see the workings of your regular and malevolent plane!
Your outer appearance exhibits your pretense of averting.
I am sure the dressing of your intellect is constantly rebuffing the distaste of your unaccomplishment.
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A helpless tempo struggles to perfect the composition it plays.

O humming and listening moment!
My whining voice wants to complain to you.
The deep howlings didn't pay any attention
to their bitter sobs and yelling.

I did not sing any song today.
But the chants and a warm song were ringing their inflections into my ears.

O virtuosic singer,
I recalled your conversation which you had with sadness last night!
Sadness asked you to leave its way, and you told sadness to go away from your heart.
Is this a way to open your heart?

I think I have forgotten to sing!
My heart feels remorseful for not being able to feel
the lyrical beauty of the connecting matters!

A missing companionship has the urge to sing out its dulcitude heart and a wholehearted esteem version to save some love.

O devoted aural artist!
I have felt your notation clearly in my heart like a sunlike visible light!
But my heart is not singing today, and I do not want to forget singing either!
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A favorite song is declaring its cadencing hope!


O broken-hearted!
Don't be saddened by the wording of your song!
Not all your skies are grey.

It is not according to your heart that the
outcome and influences settle for their peace!
Neither do they are enough for the one's phasing devastation.

In the room of ingenuous wonderment,
There is a little glint of light and a warm heart. I don't want darkness to win. For a while, tears can stay back instead of falling off!

Do you know a subtle thing about these teary eyes?
They seem to hope for the affection of your remedying voice.

In a song, I always want to know from the tears, their emotions!
And they have sung it too!

Do I want to separate its tune?
No!
I don't want to challenge an innocent, lowest-pitched string of tuning.
It is true.
You have indeed left me alone to sing the song by myself!
You have left me alone by closing your eyes and making me feel you still see me!
Where is my heart now?
It is busy and immersed in crying!

Sometimes all one can have is the rhythmic expansion and contracting of sadness for moving on!

It is a mega feeling when you own the voice. It is little more than just including it in our life.
Although there is a readiness of vocables to fill the empty spaces in the rhythm of this song, this tending and coloring sorrow will change too!
It is also true.
A song is just a song!
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Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
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O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

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O, syllables of a lovely song.
You are the charmed expression of the meaning of words of a given song.
The beautiful referent in the lyrics travels alongside the rhythmic tune of the song.
And like a well-expressed graphic, it conveys the feeling and nature of the song with separate insight into our emotions.

I hold on to its meaning, for crying out the different versions of my heart.
The melancholia of the song is absorbed in its tune and pitch!
I tend to sing it happily, and by crying despite the concerned tonality, the weak brimming tears hold back half of the tune.

The miserable foley artist inside me, which is on advancement for enjoying the sources of musical genre, remains on edge to shape the inner quality of concentration and the draining attitude!
It tries to make the challenge easier by letting the crying red nose remind me if hyphenation is possible while singing,
I can sing the tune while crying through my throat and letting the teary layovers pour out!
Similarly, crying and running nose reminds me that if hyphenation is not required,
I can sing the song with my agonizing heart for its reasoning!

The crying failed achievement of composition allows the heart of patching attention of foley artist to empathize with the theory of syllables.

And so, thankfully, somehow, I learn to feel the eagerness of the song at heart!
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