The Balcony
An overhang might be a mystical spot,
where shattered hearts can be recuperated,
Hidden trusts are given fresh life,
The shouts of torment are discernible,
The sky is seen through a brought-down look,
The eyes clear away their auld tears,
furthermore, spirits are covered in obscurity,
welcome the beams of trust.
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