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She held herself tightly to her bosom with ardent passion. Tears trickling down her pretty face, make a living corpse. Hope buried in the macabre grave of animate beings, To portend a doom that is invincible and grisly. She now remains a cadaver of her past sweet memories. Long lost in the sea waves lashing upon the shore, and spreading Sand-particles and pebbles with an unbridled frenzy of rage; Sweeping off the once foamy , gentle ripples in abyss. His mighty hands grabbed her so tightly that she tried hard to Wrench from the writhing pain and deepest agony: entwining Her to a pall of dismal despondence, enshrouding her; With a bouquet of innumerable black roses smiling. Black roses wave at her and welcomes her with open hands. They entice her to a kingdom full of darkness, a sheet Of utter blackness; a canopy of sheer despair that Happiness is afraid to enter or amble in front. Her body limps from the incurable disease that sucks Her life-blood and guzzles her life-drink ,thus enfeebling her. She makes a last attempt to ‘ live once again’ as He strides with A fast pace toward her, ushering her to that cradle. A heavy sigh she heaves as her head drops and her body Slouches in an imbalanced way: as she waddles with small, Light steps to that ultimate , deadly , final destination. She pauses for a while but has nothing to turn back on. 32 lines |