World Of Endless Sadness Poem by DM W

World Of Endless Sadness



O I look deep into the violet eyes
Of this twilight and I see beauty die!
I sense, on the cold wind, the wildest cries
Of the dispossessed and the lonely;
That this cruel, modern world wants to deny.
Here life is a prison; nowhere is free.
Is there no place or time for one to dream?
We poets absorb all the silent screams.

World Of Endless Sadness
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