While all came in frost,

Yards of knots loosen in lost,

Clenching all that has been lay,

Thunder of wishes it cray,

Showers of gifts came only in fray..

When nothing seems fair,

Without care leading it despair,

Frown of denial to be bare,

Plucking out, all that can be pare,

One might just be invincibly rare..

As moonlight shares it waves,

Laying down with the world in braze,

As all chase run in traze,

Leaving no on left to pace,

Pouring haze trickier its maze..

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*just a thought that came across after meeting someone who constantly in bad mood..hmm

May He continously pour His Gifts, Blessings & Guidance to each of us..

-till then-