As I lay on the show and my eyes filled with gore, I waited the writing of another folklore one which wouldn't leave my eyes or so and one wish wouldn't test my patience. O Lord, life has held me at the edge of a sword. No more can I experience this harrow. This seems to be a never ending sorrow joy never seems to come tomorrow and I can no longer follow. Thank you
Aishani Chatterjee
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Hey, mania. This is such a beautiful poem. Love the way you recited it. Love the way you have written it so well. My name is Aishani. I am from the Swell team. So welcome on swell. First of all and based on your interest in poetry I am attaching a couple of links to different Swell s. And once you press on those links you'll be directed to those spells which I have selected based on the interest. So do check them out
