I pray to preserve, not yield mid-path,
Obstacles rise, sowing seeds of dismay.
Yet, I implore the heavens to grant me strength,
To walk unshaken, and seize the fruits of virtue sown,
Hidden in tall grasses.
Creepers hang like serpents, sway,
Baring its teeth, to make me flee.
For I know, I have not practiced to falter mid-course.
Illusions conjure a vicious, venomous fog.
The dragon above, with watchful, benevolent eyes,
Blesses my spirit, and grants me its reverse scale
Shielding me, from the venomous, icy, cold of doubt's plights.
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Serenity
PoetryPoetry a blend of vulnerability and power. Capturing feelings through lyrical language and poigant imagery~ Perfect blend of earnest duty of scholar, sharp eyes of general, dragon tears, phoenix yearnings, qilin's healing essence and nature's embrac...
