Dusty roads lay
arduous and long
Fading the smile
along the way
.
Surrounded by
thorns abound
Mounds of grief
muffled all alone
.
Habitually we falter
tumble then crawl
climbing to rise
humble yet tall
.
Amidst thorns
blooms bewitching roses
Clouded shining ray - shall
emerge jubilant someday
melting every tear away
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