
Writing about sad things more and more is a feeling of letting out the pain.
The dark clouds filled in my heart,
-Prasanna Pala
My happy smile moved apart,
What should I do now?
I have to get out of this, but how?
Bunch of tensions,
Countless questions,
Painful lessons,
What am I thinking,
My every word is shrinking,
Is this situation made me struck,
Or it’s a piece of thorn to pluck,
Problems are like the winter wind,
But I feel my patience makes me win.
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