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About This Poem
Sorrows Pool
Nature's beauty soft and sweet
And sunlight shining on each flower;
Although my love shall not compete
My heart beat fails this waiting hour:
Shall I relate you to a dying day?
Do you fall like light does in the West?
For although it rises high in East
I find I like the darkness best.
Cynical and harsh, your veil,
Displaying what is known as cruel..
But my sweet and natures softest set
I know you swim in sorrows pool.
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