Longing for the light in broad daylight,
Where eyes are blinded by passion,
Tomorrows are threaten'd by fear,
Faith and valor- - - the greatest arm.
When passion's the greatest burden to bear,
Reel your inner lamp to light you in murk,
Think of the stars to inspire,
And remember the affect'n at the level's peak.
When fear' s a wall to obstruct,
The WILL aids you to ways to surmount,
At some point, daunting;
But, flower blooms through the patience of waiting.
Nectar's sweeter if cultivat'd in the right process,
'Tis the bitter-sweet choc'late, in arduous ways,
Where stings and pains are part of greatest inning,
To one's last breath, joys' felt the mem'ries' lapse,
Settled in complacency and commemorating.
A retrospect to look back to,
Where heavens' reached in sacrificial beginning,
Reaching the summit through gentle twines,
With faith and valor, one's touching chymes.
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