Humans are believing machines.
If one can imagine a thing,
one can make it one’s reality.
Under an infinite night sky,
with nothing to grasp in one’s hands,
the mind still seizes its fair share.
But the test of whether one can
grab onto something new is whether
you can let go of the old.
I very much enjoyed the ending and the subtle rhymes
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My pleasure.
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The rhymes are beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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