Ying Yang

Through the dusk

Every star is sheer bliss

For they recall that we still detect

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When we notice nobody else

We whisper for ourselves

But we realize that we in fact have a voice

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A silhouette causes yet profound emotions

Whether worst or best

We still can tell that we feel

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A heavy thunder may pound one’s eardrums

As outrageous as it can be

Its stopping by reminds us we hear

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Through sinister

Imaging life’s brighter

Is creatively genius

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The deepest smiles are from wounded hearts

They are one’s pains surpassed by an elevated reasoning

“No one deserves to be me, not even me in near future”

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Broken spaces are easiest to be remodeled

If your scars are infinite brands of your sorrowful past

Make them foundations of your unique brands

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Nobody must forget their bitterness

But anyone can be one’s best despite them

And yet because of them

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Through the thickest darks

I live in my dreams

My body is therefore hardy daily

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Don’t compel the night to be sunny in a snap

Anyway, it wouldn’t be

Rest in the dark is yet good for your health

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Though lightnings are gorgeous

Happiness needs a full night

So does a bright day

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Make the dusk your friend when hours are theirs

The day is never a must

It’s just a replay of your mood through the darkest hours