Gloom

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On corner of my room.

There is a small window.

I sat there lone.

Whenever the dawn came.

New sun rays bloom.

Piercing through my eyes.

Wiping my tears alone.

Seeing my confounded state.

They give me affection.

A blissful warm hope.

Assuring me about future.

they cease my pain.

Then walled around me 

and took me away

from world of gloom.

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