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Down it goes the path, a faded attire does it own, Lacking an ambience known, missing a specific tone. Can it illuminate forever, but forever can it burn? The initials are luminous all embellished, yet we see a sulking Saturn. It’s a box of candies, each of whom might be as big as a bun, The box reverberates distinctive symphonies, until in it, there are left none. It’s not the little sea in the well, which announces its retour to meet its love, the circum-sky. The one which rises up pushing the bricks, breaking the tie. Mirage is momentous, pleasing but untrue, Advancing towards life, we stumble upon a few. Savant is no expert but he who can penetrate deception, Which tons of you might justify as no bigger than a misconception? Not being a savant is part of the training, where you flunk to succeed, Life is your trainee with tons of obstacles and tons more it can breed. Down he goes the path, a qualified savant was never he born, As long as there’s a path leading him, the savant ain’t truly alone.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
Savant
Down it goes the path, a faded attire does it own, Lacking an ambience known, missing a specific tone. Can it illuminate forever, but forever can it burn? The initials are luminous all embellished, yet we see a sulking Saturn. It’s a box of candies, each of whom might be as big as a bun, The box reverberates distinctive symphonies, until in it, there are left none. It’s not the little sea in the well, which announces its retour to meet its love, the circum-sky. The one which rises up pushing the bricks, breaking the tie. Mirage is momentous, pleasing but untrue, Advancing towards life, we stumble upon a few. Savant is no expert but he who can penetrate deception, Which tons of you might justify as no bigger than a misconception? Not being a savant is part of the training, where you flunk to succeed, Life is your trainee with tons of obstacles and tons more it can breed. Down he goes the path, a qualified savant was never he born, As long as there’s a path leading him, the savant ain’t truly alone.
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15/M/India
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
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