Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,
A life with lenity.
A thought of seeking coincidence,
With wondrous epiphany.
A morning that seeks night,
But couldn’t.
A night that seeks dawn,
But couldn’t.
It stays within,
And asks quietly,
Whether you’re,
what you are
or not??
When not heard,
It stays where it belongs,
Like a snail in its shell.
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