Choice to bow


Dreams hidden deep inside,
desires flown far with a tide,
let it be, once was a pride.

Dewy leaves, with me, talk,
looking at them, when I walk.
Tiny droplets disappear
into their shells, so crystal clear,
hath some magic, unusual much,
hearing them, when I touch.
Fallen leaves heaped in a pile,
seeing them, when I pass,
makes my world flow like the Nile.
There's no dream that is fragile.

Dream is to live,
life is to live,
row the life boat
as you're worth.
'tis not just from now.
The Ultimate and magnificent
has given you the choice to bow.

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