SHARD
Falling apart like from thousands feet
Feeling so sick like possessed by bad spirit
Something like magic and color is black
Both are magic,
Then why one loved and one hated?
Life is nothing different;
You know, right?
We're fortunate,
Yeah most fortunate I guess
For having such power of magic
Just run;
Run until you discover the magic stick.
Everyone possesses a stick,
So don't stop searching.
Someday you will find and discover
Thena new term will begin.
That's something called success.
Power is absolute,
Doesn't matter whether black or white.
You'll dig the howl.
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Stumble On Serendipity
PoetryIt's a journey through the deep forest,through the sparkling sunshine.Waiting for you to stumble on serendipity....Across the dark inglenook,an albatross singing the dirge finding a reflection that denotes it....Have you found that reflection?
