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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Approached, the Dawn with a musical silence, The soul hearing the music that the ears cannot. The lingering light above the horizon, arose the essence- Of the hopes shining high, that the yesterdays didnot. Magearna ……a wife, friend and a HER, Who lived the solemn life of a woman. But only a dream- to rock the cradle, to be a mother, And her man dreamt along, a true one. This and that tests she undergoes, To add up the probability of her dreams- Becoming a reality, but truth and fate her foes, Her paunch ‘ll remain void of life, dreams just dreams. Doctors kept the ember of hope in her glowing, For she relied on their science, relied on their mays. To the abuss of gloom she falls, her Dreams dying, Confined to the sanctuary of depression, struggling rest the days. Approached her man with burning spirit, To embark the way to new life ahead the strife. A baby left behind, let’s make him ours, then we shall inherit- The joy of eternity, then you’ll be a mother my beloved wife. Magearna , from the cradle of lonelineness she adopts- The baby which crowned her mother. The beautiful cry it let out and heart of her stops- A while to hear the cry, that warmed heavy nights of winter. A happy family ! Witnessed the days of joy, And the sun blushed out like ripe mangoes. Everything so bright like their young boy, Not so long, for they’ll witness the return of their foes’. Magearna, so pale her hands, somber her face, Disease conquered her, which she called death. Lonely as a soul of corners she remained for days, And shall be a guest for days a few on this earth. Her sable eyes void of soul ,so is her mortal remains, And from the Joy death seized her away for eternity. Crown of a mother she believed her gains, For she wears the garlands of death, so withers her maternity. The sun had set in her life, sterile life of one hapless- And a helpless, for she yield to the eternal fate. Magearna, the shattered dream of a woman, quite worthless- The considerations of fate creating thoughts of hate.
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