Darkness Inspiring Light

Woah be the dark clouds
For they steel the souls of the ever happy,
It must be wrong
They all have run away from thee,
We all must be happy
And fake smile with glee

Fear not, you of sleeve worn heart,
You are not alone,
Just as thunder storms grow flowers
And volcanic ash brings fertile soil
Your dark clowns inspires showers
Of new ideas, and new work
We are here with you
Even if you do not hear us

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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