all gives a gift
some may bring finest thing
it is the one’s pleasing for—
sets tones with good rhythm
and lasting harmony.
in some nights
isn’t always that Santa’s spirit
gonna point out distinctions
with those vast of dimensions,
sort of horrible you think.
whispers from dark roads,
a sack of clanging alloys—
a gift you wouldn’t wish
yet light comes and serves first
’til it flogs the flesh of propensity
down to scourge the inner will.
hence overtime you’ll see
those bamboo shoots
grows from its longevity,
and now the wisdom whispers.
*©️Photo by Pinterest- Marta Haklik
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