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tearse of heart
In the silent depths where sorrows reside,
The heart's lament, in tears, does confide.
Each drop a sonnet, penned in pain,
A tale of loss, of love's refrain.
With Shakespeare's grace, the tears do fall,
In iambic pentameter's call.
A soliloquy of woe profound,
Echoes of grief in every sound.
Oh, melancholy's tender art,
In tear-stained verses, we find the heart.
Through tragic verse, emotions soar,
A timeless ode to love's cruel lore.
Thus, let the tears of heartache flow,
For in their depths, true feelings grow.
In Shakespearean verse, they find their voice,
In tearful sonnets, love's enduring choice
© zuma
The heart's lament, in tears, does confide.
Each drop a sonnet, penned in pain,
A tale of loss, of love's refrain.
With Shakespeare's grace, the tears do fall,
In iambic pentameter's call.
A soliloquy of woe profound,
Echoes of grief in every sound.
Oh, melancholy's tender art,
In tear-stained verses, we find the heart.
Through tragic verse, emotions soar,
A timeless ode to love's cruel lore.
Thus, let the tears of heartache flow,
For in their depths, true feelings grow.
In Shakespearean verse, they find their voice,
In tearful sonnets, love's enduring choice
© zuma
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