Walking along gloomy paths
Of myriads sad poems-
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Where pious hymns of Premature birth Are sung like Silent mirrors of truth. Love the poem so so much. 10+++++
Somewhere near the The solitary ivory temple Where pious hymns of Premature birth Are sung like Silent mirrors of truth. Greatly artistic poem. 10++++.
Sweetened with the Sorrowful childhood, lovely line, thanks.
Where pious hymns of Premature birth Are sung like Silent mirrors of truth. A beautifully crafted poem. Thanks for the sharing. 10 for it.
What a set of lovely lines enriching the poem! There appeared The reflection Of a face, I have been after For all these years. Loved the creation sir. 10++++