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Still, I am fine

Time flies so fast, and so do I,  
Never knowing what  happiness is
Yet I search for eternal places—  
Still, I am fine.  

Those who nurse a grudge  
And Inflict their pain on me.  
Never knowing what beauty is  
Yet I search for eternal places—  
Still, I am fine.  

But I pause to watch  
The dance of flowers,  
To hear the chirping of birds,  
The murmuring of leaves.  

I choose the path less discussed,  
Less drastic, less adventurous,
So, I am destined to failure
Yet I search for eternal places—  
Still, I am fine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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