A Fog Called Gloom
- T ABRAHAM
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Whenever things fall apart,
When the bitterness of our life strikes,
The challenges calls out to us,
Just like the morning air,
The fog that surrounds the place,
So is our mind gloomy,
A gloom that fills the mind,
Which stops the clarity of thoughts and actions,
Just as the fog makes the clarity low,
So is the mind filled with gloom,
But the sunshine comes,
That brings in hope,
That clears the fog called gloom,
That lets the flowers of thoughts to bloom,
So there goes the fog called gloom.
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