Thousand times numerous years
Hating the flashlights
Refusing the vitiate white

Enduring the darkness, somehow
Learnt to love and praise the nightfalls
Refusing the rays

But, obstacle by glowing rise of sun
Avoiding the shine, that affectionate vine
Refusing the essence

Roping collectively, the jute's clutch
Experienced first time
Refusal didn't help anymore

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Purest white with dark red dine
Refusal was now a thing of rare

Song of luminance with dimness
Something unheard of
Refusal was still heard of

Feathers on fire, hands on ashes
Eyes drugged up with the falling rain
Still, refusing rain that soothing rain

Game of refusal and acceptance
Players comprised destiny & cruel fate
Refusal will either accepted by fate or become destiny