Humans brush past one another
in the shifting hues of the world,
as dewdrops fall from the skies of time,
unseen by human eyes.
Yet at dawn,
on the ground they gleam,
radiating with the sun's embrace—
pearls and corals kissed
by the morning breeze,
smiling with love.
But as the sun ascends,
its warmth dissolves them
into the unknown,
to the realm from which they came.
And so it is with wisdom's light:
it descends for those
whose hearts remain open,
for the seekers ready
to embrace its truth.
—MyKoul
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