19 Jan 2023
Through the mists a glowing hand,
Clutching lamplight to expand,
Guiding hesitation's foot,
Foreign is not overlooked.
What doth lay ahead
In recesses of mortal man,
Where not to look mistook
For, fleeing Life's steely stand?
Brave in Ecstasy is he,
But, walk the nite in mystery
Takes another entrenched honour
To scale namesake's valour.
Virtue comes as death is shed
And, Life arrives to play,
But, to shake the hand of time
Brings more frightful pain.
So, keep the lamplight lit
Welcome in decisive split,
Morning for what is shown
Nite for the great unknown. Blessings🌹
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