Sinned against the worldly act

Kept in a mournful confinement

In a regretful melancholy

From the abyss of a troubled heart

Now naked to her

The temporariness of Mans passage on earth was certainty!

Now naked to her

Vanity it is,the breathe of life

Kept in a mournful confinement

Feeling thoroughly abandoned

Buried in regretful thoughts

Like a stone at the bottom of a lake

Not just sorrow and solidarity

But an agony of irreplaceable loss.


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