Sorrow Market
Palak Verma
There were a thousands sorrows, All kinds of sorrows, we're in a market of it. Some traders, buyers, and sellers have cheap stock, 'Losing a loved one', 'confused of life', 'rejection of hope'...no surprise. Some are gifted for free, even without buying, What can we do? We are trying. A light burns bright, from a nearby merry market, The last light of hope, overspreads over morrow, Intangible sorrows all hung over ceilings... Killed by hope, a new trader in the market, When I saw me go away from the market of sorrow, I knew I will come back tomorrow, Not for selling or buying, but to live a life worth living, Because after all, there's no merry without sorrow.
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Palak Verma
@Madison Tyler thank you Madison... 💕💓
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@Ruqayyah Jkh thank you 😉💕
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Madison Tyler
You are alway welcome
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