The worrisome of the heart

The Worrisome of the heart

The Worrisome of the heart

The worrisome of the heart
Tricked by fear and doubt
Days of sobbing eyes to sleep
Days spent wringing-out pains
From in-depth of the heart
Days on the whining of regrets
All are the wasted days of life
Nothing looks worst than a gold
Dug from the miry clay of mines
But with a little touch of caress of care
It shines brighter to disbelief of eyes

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