With cruel cunning this day has come and gone,
Though wished for, no gifts did it bring to me;
The sun reluctantly announced the dawn,
Not one bird could I find to sing to me
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Searing pain comes in mind while life seems to carry depression. Having love is wise and love fulfills life's status. An amazing poem is shared.10
Too long! ! ! ! ! My lonely laments. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.