His life has been,
so far,
a melody of tears...
The music of his life
has faded away ino
the pits of misery.
With every turn
and breath,
he is bruised and cut.
A pin-sized spark
swallows him as
a cloud cussions
his novelty prize.
The melody of his pearls
now haunts every
screening of his life.
He longs for the rubies
of his mines to pour out;
yet
He still casts a line
out to that sea where
no fish ever swims...
The notes of the music
of his life are too low.
His life has been,
so far,
a melody of trepidation.
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