Benevolence is one nature of human,
Ego and others are standing in queue,
Alluring nature and generosity of a man,
Undying but lying beneath the ruin.
Though everyone want the joy to rain,
Yet no one want to feel the pain.
Oh dear Lord tell this poor mind of mine,
For pain & joy are antonym of each other.
Salute to the sorrow which caused the pain,
Or might as well I'd ignored altogether.
Reality of the cruel darkside of this world,
Rare is the true affection, rare is true love.
Oh dear sorrow I thank you from my heart,
Without you wasn't possible to know whom to apart.
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Again an acoustic poem~
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Moonlight In A Dark Forest
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that consists of sorrowful, mournful and/or hopeful verses. Poetry types varies from waka, haiku to different rhyming schemes, or maybe none at all.
