The Glory
*The glory*
The beginning of a milky infant
Every step we take ends on a soaking, softness of a wool
Dratch in the mud of tenderness
As times goes by we get to a ring of race
Embalmed with a *circle of fire*
No one dears to take the course!
"Ahhh! is this how it will end?"
Many times our thoughts wander off
Far deep into the desert of unyielding imaginations
Yes! By that time we had realized what the race entails
We are just a detail in the hands of the *great emperor*
Our thoughts far from the one we had from the start
By then we know about life.
All the budding began to wane
There's but one thing that saves
Never let distraction make a fool of you
Never yield to the distressing tears of life.
Keep moving forward
In the *isle* lies your glory
#The King's daughter
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