The Beauty of Anguish
Like tears flowing smoothly
For a reason even eyes can’t see
That pleasing sound of melancholy
Even ears can’t help but flow with it
Like keel, riding emotions steadily
With agony hitting like the sea
With love dying like pacifying waves
With despair crawling like serenity
One expects its broken
Other says its maimed
World would call out negative
The real belle is rejoicing yourself
They go after ranks
Not hearing anything
In Beethoven’s, its moonlight sonata
At the end, loss was nothing
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