Despair is a dark abyss, why drown?
Ever lost why be in the dark dungeon?
Softly ushers in a new life, like the morn
Pirouettes blithe the new day, not grief torn
After every storm must settle a happy calm
In a wound is a hurt, but each has a balm
Rest awhile, but ever of life sing the psalm!
Pratima@ After every unhappiness, despair is but normal/ of gloom n anguish tho' why forever wear the dress formal?
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