#beginning #woes

Found oneself astound,
With chapel in town.
Where water turn to wine
Still this woe betide

Where they dwell and reside
Have a life, in their side,
Have health and Glory
How to tell woe is me

Ache of the heart, just began
Sanity is unable to attain
Purest of heart have gone
Where the seed of woebegone

Fragrance, chased and seek
Till this day, when it reek
To get away of this, is rare
It's the beginning of woefare

© Laxmi.Naidu