At varying dawn's embrace,
Some see, some feel its grace,
Yet not all comprehend the place
Of life's profound and subtle trace.
Modernists lean on screens to glean
What truths they're meant to glean,
Chasing wealth in the routine
Forgetting purpose in the dream.
Tribes amidst the global throng,
In simplicity, they belong,
Humanity's essence, strong,
In survival's dance, they're lifelong.
Both paths, valid in their sphere,
Neither absolute, crystal clear,
Walking in each other's gear
Could unveil truths we hold dear.
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
