Despair, and Its Blank Stare
What are you, if not yet dead
Living out, beforehand
Its lost forever moment
In its featureless land!
Feel now what, never too late
Through what of its power
Redemptive, fails not , smiled out:
A loving compassion.
Winter in the heart's limbo
As spring-time, sunned upon.
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