Rhythm
Tantalizing truths are more so felt and seldom taughtAnd often melt to minuscule molecules that bend not break
Upon the wake of wistful winds that turn to storms syrupy sweet
But do not fret forensic frights because the night gives way to day
That blooms the gloom away to masonry:
These hands are built to build
And what they build are blocks for healthy minds
To house a heaping help
Of what? Oh, nothing but the thing
That all alive minds really want.
And what is that? Oh, tantalizing truths.
That’s felt but seldom taught.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-11-04 at 15:35
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