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Swimming In Grief
When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea, I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie beyond the edge of the marooned mind until it’s dry. The mangled mind swirls in the whirlpool of sorrow, like the curling cloud clump the winding winds of despair blow across the melancholic sky, turning grey from blue, where with my broken wings I can’t fly any more with you. The sunburst horizon fails to glint the frail face of gloom, in wilted plants of my wasteland the buds don’t bloom. Their dormant scent like your love wanders in my heart, for I’ve lost you to destiny, my soul has been split apart. You drift away in splitting storm under the falling sky, the tormenting thunder breaks asunder my life wry. As the silent pain the shards of broken heart amplify, I hear the dry buds stealthily shriek the wounded sigh. The sad tune of the agonizing whisper I hear echo within, takes me to the debris of happy times we’ve together seen. My heart turns into a leaf, falling from the longing tree, swimming in the river of grief, flowing to the morose sea.
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