Leamping To the Light House
Are we going to sit in one place
and leak wounds like Dogs?
It is not the weak who accepts
what they cannot change but
Soldiers who fights each battle not
longing to win but to be victorious.
A Day is the Sun's territory
A Night is the Moon's territory
The clouds comes enthralling,
sauntering like a King chanting thunders
with a glimpse of lightning to evoke fear
but they always disappear shamelessly into tears.
It is a mystery that each and every hopeless steps
We take, sounds like the sound of Chariots and Horses
and a great Army against the Giant Monster in the Soul
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