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Pathway To Life
A path to death –Life A path to life –Death A journey of pathways Of horror of darkness Through many valley of sorrows Afterwards, hill of triumph follows Before hails sadness! And later, happiness Sailing through to Success Deep under the carpet so low Of that of the surface earth Until it ever takes a solo Hitting even the most secured Garth In loads of thunderous throw Yet a hope of brightness Uninvited it calls! Albeit To the might’s fortress And even to the weary’s petit Unveiling so many secret Thus far hidden in darkness Who runs from its gloomy strides Infiltrating into the very soul, Once blooming in brightness Seemingly, a dark end of blackness Hindering a further feat Yet, a pass unto blissful greatness Only one who runs with the light Alone pulls the stings of death And all its work into permanent halt Who flies from its tight grip? That burly clasp of its fury fingers Safe trends of righteous path Lest the heaven’s trumpet sounds Shattering and clattering its cramps And the spirit faces its own fate Hopes it in the fortune’s gate!
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