avarice25

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Category: Writing and Poetry

Dreary is the day,
But bright is the sun,
that burns these eyes.
Comforting is the routine,
but tight is the chain
that binds these hands.
Long is the night
But beauty is the dreams
that gives these hopes.
Consuming is the fantasy,
but pain is the reality
that is these lives.
Near is the end,
but arduous is the wait
that fuels these triumphs. - Brian