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Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink

Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink,
Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;
Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.
When life despairs the youth, they oft misthink
And paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,
Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.
When wrinkled dreams,daunted with disgrace, sink
In past seas, flowing into present shores,
Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.
When failure pursuits your steps to the brink-
Shut all doors and open the doors of sores,
Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.
When the black storm keeps plucking your safe wings
In single file. You,in her eye, with ghosts,
Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.
As you breathe, as heart still beats, let sun blinks,
Bounce back, stretch wings, go beyond stormy wars,
Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.
Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink.

S.C.P.B

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