Pain
Pain
is a mysterious work of heart
For we never know where it would end
Solitude or acceptance
Desperation or resolution
Madness or full enlightment
The path is never the same
The pace is none that we can name
And the end is always unknown
Tilll all pieces come to its destined place
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2016
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