Rise Of Self: A Poetry

In art of becoming,

One must rise and fall

In becoming oneself,

We lose ourselves

So much...

Our identity,

No longer remains

The same.

Becoming like

Stars reborn.

A new universe,

That bounces

Back from past

To present...

& back again.

Looping back

& forth...

Us becoming us

Every day

& @ every moment.

Fusion

Amba arwa i nurtalë,

Nai ortaina ar nauca

Nai carë hínya,

Vëa vanwë lómë

Ilyë...

Esselya,

Nai vanwa

Ar umillë.

Carnë ve

Elenion ata-lótië.

Eä lanwa,

Nai hilya

O ránë

Na silmë...

Ar enwa hilyë.

Fië ar

Ata-nórenna...

Me auta me

Ilquen aurë

Ar ilquen lúmë.

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Subject: Everyday ramblings to keep one's self motivated.

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