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Failure
As twilight calls curtain, to end the day,
I felt so small, I towered among ants,
As I reckon deeds, nay, faults, where I lay,
For nightly rest, even as regret rants;
The bells at dusk, now tolls for glory lost,
To mourn the passage, of a chance gone by,
My ego riles, upon counting the cost,
Of shoring heaven for a higher sky;
And now, the ill winds blow, though not the norm,
When luck bestows favors, none is assured,
The best to rise up to the raging storm,
Might be, to kiss the ground, footwork secured;
.......Until the good times, in the morning light,
.......For yet, another day, another fight.
poem
by
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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