When all is greyish gray,
my mind, dear,forget not
on either side is jet black dark,
or the lucid transparence of the white
then why fumble in the coils of the night?
Caught all alone
on a narrow path
dark, solid slippery
whence jumps a waterfall
in to the deepest valley,
look up then, n around, dear,
are not the sunrays shining
atop nary broken drop
in to endless
wondrous bows
be it rain or the nascent moon
be it dusk or dawn?
Endless stretch the roads
like the anaconda, hissing
in every turn twisting
why in the maze get lost?
Be thou thine own
Ariadane's thread
Mystique pathways
To nascent horizons lead!
Pratima@bright, though brittle, is hope/then why dread dungeons' dark tropes?
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