A budding writer's collection

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Did happiness tire of chasing joy in fleeting moments,

Or, did sorrow summon its strength to crack a smile?

Did fear try to fade by infusing drops of loathing,

Or, did bravery say I'll dance with fear till the air is filled with truth?

Does the mirror reflect the reality,

Or, do these eyes desperately seek it out?

Does light overshadow darkness,

Or, does darkness capture its luminescence?

Does the day conclude in night,

Or, does night disintegrate to pave way for the sun?

Does the rooster crow to mark the morn,

Or, does it cry, lest others be pulled into the ceaseless time continuum?

Does meaning possess an inherent understanding of itself,

Or, does it crave the company of words to find its truth?

Are shrines home to divinity,

Or, do they represent the hope humanity holds for itself?

Do we pray to God,

Or, do we hope to reach the summits of such idealism?