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The road ahead is not always smooth, and
bitter, the sweet, between your teeth.
Oh, what glorious crown upon your head,
If your torch still burns bright after all was that was said.
Another mile or two, maybe...
Upward the climb!" the echoes chime...
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Day lights upon me like a lost friend, and
Oh, the passion that burns when first we meet.
At last, I retire my traveling feet,
When morning dawns upon my cheeks.
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Excerpt from "Bitter sweet -
The Conqueror's Quest
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Enjoy more poems like this. Words are potential power, if you use them correctly, you will see the manifestation of true power
Dianna Wright
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