In the embroidery of time, where predeterminations lace,
Humankind is a string woven in an enormous plan.
From antiquated reverberations to fates yet obscure,
An adventure unfurls, a story particularly our own.
Underneath the covering of different appearances,
Brought together in dreams, in shared embraces.
In the rhythm of giggling, in tears that fall,
Dwells the heartbeat, the all-inclusive call.
We dance on a planet, a circle so blue,
Our aggregate journey, both me and you.
However shadows wait, where division tracks,
Abysses extend, benefiting from unhealed strings.
However, hear the murmurs of sympathy's melody,
A song of trust, where we as a whole should be.
Allow sympathy to be the compass we employ,
In the huge embroidery, an agreeable field.
So let us sustain figuring out's sprout,
In the nursery of conjunction, exile melancholy.
For in solidarity lies our solidarity untold,
A story of mankind, flawlessly unfurl.
About the Creator
GOWTHAM
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