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TELL SORROW

Tell sorrow Tell sorrow I am strong Tell sorrow I have bought happiness Tell sorrow I have gotten a friend happiness Tell sorrow I have packed from its tattered room Tell sorrow I have stopped living in its bondage Tell yourself sorrow has no chance #Be strong #Don 't live in sorrow #Think positive #Pray hard #Work hard #Say _all_ is_well #Be_smart .

"Shadows of Sorrow: Exploring the Depths of Desolation"

In "Shadows of Sorrow: Exploring the Depths of Desolation," we embark on a poignant journey into the profound realm of human sadness. This evocative exploration delves into the intricacies of grief, despair, and the haunting presence of sorrow that can permeate our lives.

The poem that often reminds me of my sorrow

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while we wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries to thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear t

I feel pain

As we love, we will always feel pain

Poem: In the times of sorrow

Amidst shadows cast by grief's embrace, A tear-stained symphony, a somber space. Heart's heavy burden, a weight to bear, In sorrow's depths, we find despair.

I'm on the run

I'm on the run! From the world From all the harsh things it throws at me All the cartridges it emptied on three Piles upon piles it consumed for free From the Wars that it is provoking, I have to flee. I'm on the run! From these Doctrines What they are preaching ain't what they are doing Their mudus operandi ain't christ like The preach about the end time when they have actually " end time" Don't be deceived, that's not the spirit, it's strictly the street! I'm on the run From my people The ones

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

You just don't care

when loving someone you tend to get hurt in the process

._Fathers are the gods who hid sorrow_.

A story about father's love

Rhythms of Freedom: Uncovering the Cultural Significance of African Drums in Expressing Joy, Sorrow

In the heart of Africa's ancient land, Where the rhythms of life take their stand, Drums echo through time, both near and far, Telling stories of joy, sorrow, and freedom's star. Rhythms of freedom in each beat they find, A cultural tapestry, intertwined, In the heart of the village, by the fire's warm light, Drums speak of battles fought, of struggles and might. Underneath the starry African skies, Drums lift spirits and make hearts arise, With every resounding, thunderous pound, They echo the

Sorrow

Sadness controls everyone 😥

My piece of art, please like.

lonely boy

A lonely boy without a partner is left out of the happy group of children

Joy comes in the morning while sorrow lasts for a night so that k God for the gift of life

Birds

From joy to sorrow

The joy designed for good latter becomes the addictive sorrow

Embracing the Tears: Confronting the Inner Storm of Sorrow

raw emotions and vulnerabilities that accompany the experience of grief. Through poignant storytelling and introspective exploration, the narrative captures the journey of facing one's pain head-on, embracing the tears as a catalyst for healing and growth. It navigates the complexities of loss, offering solace and understanding to those grappling with their own tumultuous emotions

Sorrow

Humbly invitation

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.

A sad boy, searching for happiness

Life and it properties

Life those not gives you all what you demands,but it only gives what it has packaged for you