The Pain In IT.

The pain in it,

Never goes,

Waiting for its gain.

The pain in it,

Is very morose,

Like the thorns in a rose.

The pain has lived,

So many days,

It has tried very hard.

The rose blossomed.

The child was born,

People laughed and cried along.

But the pain remained in the thorns.


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