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Greatness
Greatness…
Born of hearts desire,
flame of inner fire.
Dies to quiet fear,
fades and disappears or,
rises like a dove
to the atmosphere above
of contempt and envy
where mediocrity reigns.
For doth not heat rise into the hovering cold
and light disperse into the black of night?
Indeed so.
But greatness finds a way
when guarded day by day.
...Saturday 30th March 2024 8:47 pm
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