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Originally posted by: an12345678
It'll rise again for sure,
May be a little bruised and sour,
Again, it'll walk on a grass full of dew,
To begin a beautiful journey anew.
But, when it's darkness that pervades,
One cannot see the colourful shades,
It's the beats of turmoil that one hears,
That, even the hope cannot help him bear 😊
Oh, how interesting
That you think that was a fall
while here I was wrongly thinking
that it indeed was a spring
I am the light
and I only seek the dark smudges
else where would my light permeate
what use would it be to itself
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