The eyes that see the ocean of wrongs
The vast sky of sorrows
The radiant sun of rage
The entire land of barrenness
Are but the impaired ones
That, which see that wrongs are but islets
Sorrows but few birds in mid-air
Rage but a ray
Barrenness but a yard
Are but the grateful pair
***Busy daysssssssss make me this speechLESS. Haha :)
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