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The happiest day - the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see - have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt - that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd - fell
An essence - powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

You write your life in poems and novels,
you create a dream, your dream.

You write your pain, try to explain in words.
All you want is another life, attempt failed.
The most amazing thing about writing,
you live the life you want, create a world of your own.
Where you settle the rules, there you are the god.