From the valley of a lone Victor,
Hope bloomed on mornings dew,
Carrying promises of a brighter sun,
In echoes of joy and persistent smile.
Here he comes, draped In night’s shroud ,
Messenger of silent, gusty winds,
Challenging the ‘criers to a falsehood
as Gossips' tales, recounted long.
Beneath motherhood's heavy song,
Tears freeze in pain's tender gaze,
Bearing burdens, frail long lays,
In ceaseless...
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