What vanishes from your presence
Does not belong to you,
Be it the sadness
Or the one who causes you woe,
Be it the scars
That were once black and blue,
Be it the restlessness
That hits in the dawn and dusk, too,
Eventually they will evanesce
Leaving you trail of joy in queue,
Never drop your confidence
For it is the only courage in your blue.
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