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When life is ugly

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When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
It seems that the poem is written with the blood of the heart.that's-just-amazing-rashmika-mandanna.gif*A_AICS
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
Best healing for broken heart is self love :heart1:
Try to love ourself and feel the world with blossom of flowers
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
:Like:
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
Penned down beautifully.:cool:
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
You’ve beautifully expressed the experience of emotional darkness, showing empathy for the quiet battles people face. Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt and moving piece.
 
When life is ugly, dark, and cold,
And weary hearts feel tired and old,
When loneliness wraps its heavy cloak,
And dreams are crushed beneath the yoke,

When sorrow stains the once bright mind,
And hope seems lost, nowhere to find,
When wounds are raw, still bleeding deep,
And shadows whisper in the sleep,

The heart, it carries marks unseen,
A silent ache where joy has been,
A fragile soul, once full and free,
Now bears the weight of misery.

The meadows green, the mountains tall,
The rivers flow, the birds that call
All beauty fades, it seems so small,
When inner pain eclipses all.

For nothing shines, nor seems so bright,
When darkness veils the inner light.
Only time may heal or break,
The broken heart, the soul at stake.
Great
 
Eulogy of the past is read;
Sorrows of yesterday are forgotten;
Now is the awakening of the enlightened soul
Confronted with inhuman humiliation.

With dawn, dawns the vigour to succeed
Triggering the momentum to achieve
With dawn, dawns the season of new labor
To reap the harvest of hardwork
With dawn, dawns the indomitable spirit
Of patience to persevere
With dawn, dawns the ebullience, of this wounded soul
To strive for the best

With every dawn, dawns a new chance
To bring out the old will anew.
 
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