This one was inspired by Tennyson's In Memoriam...
'Duality of love' Down the valleys, up the hill, The sound echoes of a dying will, Away it fades, for a dying heart Has ceased to exist, it's cold and still! Mourning blues; A sound of cry, Wafts through the cold night sky; Up above the heavenly abode It dwells, reminisces her last goodbye. Tis world so cruel; darkest times, A gaping hole, sustaining life With no heart's glee, surviving but Tis cold warfare with a pretentious smile. Oh! But nature, its harshest rules, Toughest survivors sway with blues, But warmth of care, heartily love, tis nature's remedy, 'em you use! For certain is, a gallant role Of love, in nature's dark hell-hole; To a killing curse, at times of despair, Or to a cradle of mirth, a new born soul! -ashay(21st,may,2k11,0145hours)
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