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It struck me as odd that in journey of life;
our true strength 
often rises when we are

at our weakest point. Night blooms soft as
sun swells up and sinks with faint caress.
These moments rare with such thoughts
then I did cherish.

 

 

Form: Quadrille

Posted for 5th Anniversary @ dVerse Pub

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