How painful is the darkness
of a brightmorning in spring
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This has always been a mystery of life. On a bright morning with sunshine, still it is pain and darkness in the mind. How painful! Brilliant pem Kostas!
Pain is like seasons. We know the address where the pain is, but when we want to move him, he changes the address.
Behind a truth is a shadow of doubt, behind a shining day is some dark cloud. Nice short poem. You are very difficult to fathom my friend!
Think so? That's a big compliment ! Thanks