Through the night, I push and plow
While others dream, row by row.
Weariness sinks deep, like a weight,
But I press on, for my plate.
Dealing with attitudes, same old game,
In daylight, it feels just as tame.
Yet in the night, there's something more,
A little extra, worth working for.
So I push through, despite the strain,
Knowing in the end, there's something to gain.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
