The Second Face Of "Bad"

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Even if pain is all you had to this day                                                           
there is still a chance too easy to slay                                          
                                                                
With an empty page of night                                         
Under the shade of moonlit bright                                         
                                                             
shines, shinier than the eternal glow                                    
which comes to the Earth in the flow                                                  
                                                            
A new face of nature shall unfold                
A natural beauty untold      
   
The day dreamers know     
Night is calm and is slow                                                   
unlike day, fast and furious                                 
An event to make us curious                                       
                                                       
Just like mirror cannot see inside                                                     
We often blur our sight                                                       

 Beauty is in the mind of pious                                           
which helps us to bias                                           

 Good and bad are but belief of thoughts                           
A way to deal dreadful droughts

 Based on which we set our goals
which further, our action controls

 Fate drifts along with doubt
From which falls the steady and stout

 So, Even if the day was rugged
Even if failure was the only one who hugged
Even if the goals simply shrugged
Don't go into the dreams with a sound chugged

Instead, It's high time your will to live dreams tugged

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