Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must
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The price for getting her glimpse (by Nisheeth Srivastava)
O heart! So we meet again, And you are in your last days, Fatally wounded and hurt! And about to
Continue reading“The Abandoned Girl” by Lőrinc Szabó (Hungarian Poetry)
He was lured by the mother of songs, the Earth, And by the father of songs, the Shepherd, He was
Continue readingA Wish (by Alexander Pushkin)
The days drag on, each moment multiplies Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness Of an unhappy love and,
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