Picture is of Girls' merchandise, a frisbee.
Do precisely as what it says:
a Revolution of any kind.
Just be more of a feminist and independent;
try reading Mary Wollstonecraft.
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 23:13 0 comments
The plant,
retrieves energy from the Sun
and moves accordingly.
In Daylight.
At night,
in Darkness,
it continues its respiration.
It survives,
throughout.
Those eyes,
portray sorrows of the World,
but with great optimism
for Life.
For those,
I am reminded
of the temporary absence.
For in darkness,
we urge for the Sun
and the warmth it offers.
We hold on to Faith.
It does not kill,
but gives a deeper sense of meaning.
The light
that we seek;
distant but promising.
For the truth
that we urge to embrace is
heavy but enlightening.
But in search,
we bury ourselves
deep beneath the Earth.
In a rut,
we seek reason, strength
to climb out the deep, dark hole.
For the Sun
that radiates is One.
But offers very much of Life,
worthy of the struggle.
The flame, burning.