What a dreary day, my friend
So many lives are lost to wander
And in their thoughts appear to ponder
Nothing in the end
It is a glorious day, dear brother
Many lives are birthed, are found
Growing up through humble ground
Watered by another
I object my dearest friend
To your optimistic blunder
The whole world is being blown asunder
We are nothing in the end
It is not optimism, brother
To smell love in a rose's bloom
To see hope in an empty tomb
Prepared for another
You are right, sweet foolish friend
Not optimism but sheer madness
Can see joy in grief and sadness
Hope in dismal end
Am I insane, my brother
To see Truth with Iris's shades
As well as non-chromatic blades?
To accept salvation from another?
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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