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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