From the musty corners
darkness can creep into one’s mind,
Fight it if you will,
or you can.
If you can’t manage,
let it come;
but at least don’t allow
it to feed further on your hopes,
There will be a day
when the openness of clear sky,
freshness of forests,
brightness of sunrays,
smiles and smells of flowers
will also come rushing in,
Like crusaders to wipe away
the last traces of dark.
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