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Rumination
People with heavy minds, They are of all kinds, Yet all are entrapped with the same binds; They think and think more, Than they blink in few clinks, Of those binds.
How heavy of chains they bear, How dense and murk is their fear, How they shed those blood-soaked tears.
From where can they find the courage, To fight fears which have them privileged, Being enslaved by their own mind, Turning their gaze blind, Oblivious to all.
Are their solutions on hindsight, Or will they fly among Arctic tern, To burn their concerns in the flames of blue? To soar akin to a Phoenix, And rise above their fears.
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Jhondal Hillls
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