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Jul 9
The rigidness and stubbornness.
It seems like a waste.

At the end of the day, all its tenants
are galloped by the sorrow.

When sorrowing eyes lower down,
they weep the pain of their heart.

And again, in just a few seconds.
The rigidness.
The stubbornness.
It seems like a waste of its futile, growling, meek efforts!
Β©shivpoetesspriya
Hello, I have updated my album "Chronicles of Pain" with five additional chapters. Here are the details:
1. Is Sorrow Rendering Efforts a Waste?
2. Can I Have This Mystic Cord? Forever Mine.
3. An Unmet Gaze to Shield Me.
4. Do I Feel for this Unseen Bond?
5. The Tears That Can Save Me!
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