“Woes of prelude”

Her heart desperately cries out

in melancholy .

A muffled cry that leaves her

 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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