Darkness may hold a secret gleam,
With shades of black, like a dream;
Silence may hold a secret tune,
With words unheard, yet in tune.
Endings may hold a secret flame,
Like embers that still contain heat;
Death may hold a secret scent,
Like flowers fallen at our feet.
Agonizing life may hold purpose,
Like chrysalis that hold a butterfly;
Through pain and struggle, we may find,
Our wings to soar and reach the sky.
For all around us, secrets wait,
In darkness, silence, and our fate;
May we seek them out with wonder,
And find the magic that lies under.
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Scribblings Of Sleepless Nights
RandomA collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are just few words and others are long sentences. Give a read to them and enjoy, even...
