Whence thou est doubt hinders thy pace
Thou finds tis lost -
With Fogging mind, and questions infinitum;
Racing heartbeats, hasty errands-
Chilly air reins control ,
Grief surges thy views -
Conceives madness and death.
Tis thy moment, art awakens -
Lest thee roots ain't firm yet;
Tis thy tie starts breathing -
Laughs, loves, spreads - immortalized.
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good one