When the soul was crying,
Universe made a thunder with glint.
Enough and spare of sorrow,
Fill my life with puzzle of vex.
A vibrant of joy comes and goes in a moment,
Only songs of sorrow are like an ointment.
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LIFE!!!
PoetryLife has many phases- some are good and some are bad but we should have faith in ourselve,bad situation can be defeated by a positive thought inside us,so this poem is about to positive energy in ourselve.
