Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge, with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me, and gives the time it calls.

Nithin Purple
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“Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.” This is a poem about loss and regret. It explains, to some extent, how people can be affected by sadness and pain. The poem is based on the idea that no matter how hard we try to avoid pain, we can't escape it. We can't stop thinking about it either.

It just won't go away no matter how much we push it aside. The pain won't stop until we accept it and learn to live with it. However, we don't have to live with it alone.

Instead, there is a need to share and mourn with others and put our sorrows in a great song or poem for others to remember and understand how we feel.

Source: Venus And Crepuscule: Beauty And Violence On Me Thrown

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