When the night collects dust,
before deciding to depart,
and your knees feel weak,
from traveling through the
dark.
Release your bated
breath, and let it beautify
you as you recall the reason
you are blessed.
As your sight declines,
and your voice wavers on
the verge of its revenge—
focus on the best moments
of your life that stand out
above the rest.
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