“Woes of prelude”


Her heart desperately cries out

in melancholy .


A muffled cry that leaves her

weary 
 and broken hearted . 


One that her mind can not 


seem to distinguish from misery . 


A haunting symphony .

... An epiphany 
 of ballads ,

that ache her wretched soul.

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