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The sun never came for years, and it was a tragedy to my eyes when it beamed a soft hue while it is about to end
I thought, the ray of light which I've been longing to see will quickly melt away like a candle losing its wick, weak again for weeks
But then, it came to my senses that it was just a simultaneous occurence of a dramatic ending, and a surreal euphoric convulsion
Yes, life is tough; but we can be tougher
An end can also be a bend that is bound to mend
The sun will rise again tomorrow, it will finally wake you up from a dream of sorrow
You can cope, untie that rope, and never lose hope.
©bluesnitch