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Prayers unheard, love's warmth is gone,
Your memories in my heart, forever drawn.
Your words, once trusted, now a thorn,
Oh, heart, why love what makes me mourn?
He doesn't know, my feelings I hide,
You're in my thoughts, a knot inside.
When will memories be untied?
Who visits in the quiet night, side by side?
It's sad, yet I understand,
My pleas ignored, not in the right land.
I'm like the wind, a passing strand,
But my unnoticed love leaves its brand.
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PoetryThe accumulation of words within oneself renders them incapable of verbal expression. Adorned with poems and letters, the writer has composed expressions for the forbidden love she harbored, a flame that persists within her heart. Date Started: Dece...
