But we may never see that it too has to brave the winds.
Scaffoldings may prop buildings in labor,
But the weight it endures is left
unnoticed.
Sails may boldly face the storm,
But it has to be folded at the journey’s
end.
And lamps may keep us company in the still
of the night,
But it has to be put off at the break of
dawn.Men seldom see beyond the purpose and beauty of things,
A silent face may conceal but pain not worth sharing,
For grief and pains aren’t meant to be smeared on others.
Flowers bloom, fade, and fall
But good memories of men should not be
forgotten.For grief and pains aren’t meant to be smeared on others.
Flowers bloom, fade, and fall
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