My heart feels relief
When sorrows leave it
The rich have sorrows
And the poor too have
Their sorrows are different
Their joys are too a world apart
It's makes the world differ just as
The coin in your hand with its faces
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Author:
Blackbeauty (Pseudonym) (
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And some have no coin to contemplate.
Your profile page shows you aspire to be a lyricist yet it reveals you have only ever read one other persons poem here on MPS. Maybe reading more of other peoples writing here on MPS will move you closer to your aspiration.
sure sir
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