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SEARCH WITHIN
The
rising sun,
Welcomes the dawn,
As another day begins.
The mist of the morning,
Blurs our vision,
As we await the sunlight.
But what will it bring?
Brightness, warmth, a glow?
Enough to dry the tears,
Of those who weep,
In pain, in grief, in sorrow.
Again the routines start,
And our daily rush begins,
Not knowing what we seek,
What lies ahead, along which path,
Or who we will meet.
Like the rush of the ocean,
In search of the shore,
We desperately hunt for riches,
And yet will all that we have,
We still remain so poor.
Some will see only the beauty,
In the bloom of a blushing rose,
But this symbol of love deceives us,
So we don not see its raging thorns.
And while others will see,
The difference between right and wrong,
They will not learn or search within,
Until dusk when the sun has gone down.
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