Survive

When trees will shower notoriously
Crimson-coated tickling hail,
Reminding me
‘It’s ok to fail’

When a path shall build
A non-confronted dilemma,
Rendering me
As the shadows of ‘Cleopatra’

When an ocean shall pour
Pearls at my feet,
Reconciling me
With my luster’s ‘fleet’

When the white light will surpass
Nova’s noticeable limits,
Reiterating me
To get past the ‘riddling blitz’

I’ll survive

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