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dawn trains all her guns,
feeble light fights robust night;
the world's in the dark!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
on the sky expanses,
robust clouds display yoga;
then all become one!
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
I'd rather be a raisin than a grape
With no juice or sweetness
Desolate of hydration
Dried via sun
Wrinkled and battered
Has endured strife
Became bitter over time

But I'd rather be wine than a raisin
Potent and strong
Powerful in simplistic form
Living only to intoxicate those who consume me

For so naturally time absorbs life
Making one **** with age
Dry from existence
Then robust through struggle

I'd rather be a raisin than a grape, but I'd rather be wine than a raisin.

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