Fate that resigned to
faith,
While overcoming both
sloth and mirth,
Birds that guide me
to silent hills,
And bards goad me for a thousand drills,
Prepares me for the
uniqueness
In acceptance and in rejection-
Immensely gratifying,
For I don’t have to
ask for rewards,
Which are preserved
in a covert safe,
Securely hidden from
the searching eyes,
Just for me, at the
end of the weather
I embark to brave.
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