Of all unhappiness,
what is sadder
than being denied
eternal bliss?
Of all sorrows,
what is worse
than being refused
a ticket to paradise?
Of all deprivations,
what is more pitiful
than being deprived
of a sight of the Master?
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
