Tears of sorrow, a silent tide,
A heavy burden, deep inside.
They fall slowly, a mournful sigh,
A salty sting, where darkness lies.
A bitter taste, a heavy weight,
They wash away hope, desolate.
A mournful echo, a lingering pain,
A heavy burden, hard to sustain.
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The Art of the Words
PoetryA poetry collection is akin to a wildflower meadow. Each poem, a delicate bloom, possesses its unique hue, form, and fragrance. Together, they weave a tapestry of vibrant colors and captivating scents, igniting the imagination and stirring the soul.
