The Worst Type Of Curse Comments
In the gloaming the sands shine
And the sea plays a melody
The peaks look downward to the
Receding shadows
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I can feel the pain seeping from the poets pen. Very well expressed reality of the less deprived souls.
Sound of bells in the necks Of lowing kine fills the thick air Of the village streets But the poor and hungry can't See the change of colors----A great poem!
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8/24/2025 3:54:43 AM # 1.0.0
Poverty is a curse for the whole life is well depicted dear poet panda.