16.10.2023
There was a sorrow deep in him That shook his body limb to limb. I saw the cataract of tears Uncontrolled throughout the years.
He could not speak, his voice was mute, The fear in him had taken root For this soul there seemed no hope, With tragedy he could not cope,
He could not labor, he could not fight The bright of day became his night, A man of sorrows given to weep, The psychic wounds were cut too deep.
Poems Undated (1727)
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