Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act. On the bounds of one's sanity, is where the cosmos makes it's pact.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
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🌸On the bounds of one’s sanity, is where the cosmos makes it’s pact.🌸
Wow this is powerful
The universe is kind, there is always a new path to follow or an avenue to plant sucklings
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Yes I agree there is . Thanks for commenting 😊
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Yes, you are welcome
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Yes! “In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we do. ” Beautiful!
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Thanks alot for your comment much appreciated. Have a great day.
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