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Tears in the hiding place a broken verse,
love that engendered wounds to the heart.
Sighs on outraged, devout paper,
tears of blood, pen in oppression.
Wailing the wounded verse, in a foundation it keeps
sad memories with grace.
Sorrow dances between letters, without a soul to carry,
wrinkles the verse where suffering embraces.
Dawn extolling from the high peak,
embrace the wind, get lost in its calm.
A tear roams under an exalted moon,
before scorching the sun, scatters the soul.
Sigh opens the eyes, worn verse,
dances between letters, with select shelter.
In this eternal cycle, pain raised,
poem unveiled, feelings clarified.