Our Savior holds secret daggers in hands—
Our dreams deceived, in soil depth
Still the day, Countless fresh skeletons
of our own people—
Really painful to feel this way.
Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem.
10+ for it.
Subhas
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Our Savior holds secret daggers in hands— Our dreams deceived, in soil depth Still the day, Countless fresh skeletons of our own people— Really painful to feel this way. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem. 10+ for it. Subhas