The Day is Born
of Night
In the same places crocodiles frequent
Peacocks are also found to live.
Red poppies are strewn
About the forest paths.
The sun is born
in our dreams.
Poetic reflections
Of stars
Never flare out.
All our accumulated joys
always stay with us, within sustained.
At its own inimitable level
The warmth of our relationships spreads out.
Tiffs arising out of introversion
Have no place in our lives.
Friendships,
Multifaceted like diamonds,
Shine over the Nations' borders.
All that is beautiful breathes.
Our own Age's worth is on the mend.
Let's not waste our time talking in
Hypothetical riddles
Every place is distinct, and
we should not confuse it with another.
We can overcome the nuances of differences.
We run the race
By effacing doubts
In our thoughts.
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