PARADOX
Weak people afraid of sleeping
They afraid of the next day,
Bravest one kicks out sleepy eyes and
Awakes all night
To join the insecure carnival of rising sun;
Then adores it.
Finally the morning appears;
Isn't it all a paradox?
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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?
