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May 2020
Tomorrow's beautiful plains
are difficult
to behold,
from behind shrubs of fear,
growing by streams
in the valley of doubt.

Her glory
may never be felt
by those
who glory,
in emptiness,
recklessness
and defeat.
Sometimes thinking of the future may make one nervous. We may eventually feel reluctant to try but it's better to face our fears, so we could look back and smile.
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