When dawn wakes up,
And the sky is yawning,
Greet them with a warm smile,
Grinning from the fresh heart.
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What are you thinking about, silhouette?
Are you thinking about changing your tone?
But you never complain of being a silhouette,
Providing your beholder with perspective for their milestone.
Inadequate feeling creeps in,
As one lacks of light;
Unable to find the insight,
Of the indispensable course one is on.
What fill in my Monday head,
Are more crowded than the zillions of cells,
Striving for life in spite of being afraid,
That among all that I love and do, I can’t excell.
To become the biggest,
You’ve got to be the smallest,
Not of the quantity,
But of the humility.
Find your spotlight,
Eventhough you don’t see the light.
Don’t let it overpower you,
And then make you lose you.
A shadow may be your center stage,
Known by its particular figure,
Not by the outward appearance and image,
But by the inner self that’s pure.
The reflection fades away,
Without losing its sight,
As if it is eager to say,
“Now you see me out of sight…”
Starlight watches over you in obscurity,
Shines gracefully downward and beyond.
Modular brightness begets clarity,
Declaring the oomph to the world around.
Greatness is born of humbling seclusion,
But mistakenly treated as massiveness,
And seen in silhouette with adoration,
While the truth is to walk the path in noiselessness.
