In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
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Without hope, I still couldn't cope, for my stomach was empty and cold So I prayed to death to take my life For this pains, could no longer hold...........experience, realities of life, religion, rituals, money, poverty..... thank u dear poet for this great poem. tony
A refined poetic imagination, Anu S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.