THE MYSTERY OF PAIN
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Old London Bridge - Only for Poets
Connecting the Poets who digging heart of me Still death - Sabarnasri
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