बस यूँही…..

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Familiarity breeds contempt , as is said. Repeated exposure to painful situations numbs the perception of pain.
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I was reminded of this brief poem I had read a few months ago on the web.
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The Angel
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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
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And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
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So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
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Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
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William Blake
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#Emotions
#Pain
#Catharsis
#Food_For_Thought

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