Burning passion to succeed
Pushes one face to face
With the flower without flaws
There is no escape
Determination burns
Harder and harder one push
To grasp its golden palm
Continuously many fall
Short of pinching its beauty
Its beauty has always
Sat upon God's hand....
And close to mortal man.
Eyan Desir
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