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We are far too busy,
As optimists,
Looking for the light in tomorrow,
To realise that darkness,
Has existed,
Since before the universe even came to be,
A predisposed definitive,
That we often overlook,
For nebulae are so much more appealing,
Than the black hole at their centre.
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YOU ARE READING
The Lines We Write ✔
Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
