Burning the midnight oil
Religiously as the nights toil,
The shore galore as away
As the journey from nay.
Sleepless eyes that seek the shore,
Raving souls that only seek more,
There's no silence to this storm,
No stone unturned and no night warm.
Burning the midnight oil,
The concoction of dreams continue to boil,
Simmering to the brim of the best,
Not without the trials of time's test.
The urge to rewrite the flaws of destiny
In words pristine - ivory and ebony,
The starlit splendour of the shore's light,
The city beckoning within it a thousand dreams away from sight.
Burning the midnight oil,
The strength of perseverance a grounding soil,
The rewards of a kindling soul so cherished,
Without determination and trials, so perished.
Touching upon the closing shore,
Prostrating myself right upon its door,
With learnings from this journey engraved within,
And the flame ablaze within making the next one another win.
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PoetryPO1 || ❝To feel is only but to know what lies within, flowing through the depths of your heart and soul.❞ First poetry book in the From My Heart To Yours set. Original poems written on things that we all go through or live through at some point in t...
