The Draught Of Perseverance

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The human existence is not a unified whole,

But a symphony of a gazillion fragments in harmonious conjunction.

A boiling stew of a potpourri of emotions, 

Brewing in the hallowed cauldron.


The scorching flames painted in a blue hue,

Bear the heat of the trials and tribulations,

Bubbling through the soup of sentiments,

To yield the perfect broth.


A warm concoction that is neither a hodgepodge nor a flawless brew,

A snifter of mirth with a dash of sorrow,

Topped with a seasoning of fright,

Served with a side of red-hot rage.


The fate of existence,

Solely in the hands of the cool-tinted blaze.

Turn it up a smidge, and the fluid evaporates in a fiery daze,

The peacekeeper among the extremes.

Too low, and essence fades, leaving a watery trance.


The key to an exceptional existence,

Lies in the intensity of the heat,

Tame the flames to a balance of extremes,

To concoct a melange,

With subtle fortitude.

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