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Letter 16: A Villanelle – Elegy
Forlorn I left, and Life forthwith would cease,Except the endless elegies lamenting in my ears,As I stand bereaved from my sole perpetual peace, At end, There lies no hope or chance to seize,Forever lost all ways to laughs & cheers,For I have left, and Life forthwith would cease, I linger in abject despair, for one
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The Dance of Birth
It was a dance of bearing… It has been ages since he gave birth to a work of Art. It felt like his soul has withered long ago. & as days passed It felt like he lost his own worth… All the riches of the world would not matter if you lost the worth in
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