Sad
27/05/2025
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PoeticRizzPro Poet
Sad Realities
Smile, and the crowd will gather Cry, and you're left unseen. The weary world will share your cheer, But not the weight between. Sing, and the valleys echo Murmur, and none will hear. Joy finds a home in open skies, While sorrow disappears.
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