Author • The Osmosis~

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With roughness of the cloud

staring me in the face like a keen little baby

Contrived was an idea which will soon be born.

At times, it did melt me as a blast furnace melts the clanging metals.

It was an idea which will soon be born.

Sometimes, it did soothe me as the artesian water from the equatorial.

Oh! What an idea it must be

But it will soon be born.

Other times, it led me through dark alleys

With no hope of light at sight

And yet it will be born as my heart was made to believe.

So, early did I wait

But I realized I'd been overthinking

I'd been a-worrying

Think, but don't go a-worrying.

Think, Not Worry!

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