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In The Tunnel
At the end of the tunnels
There always resides a light.
Sometimes soft, ghastly faint,
at times polite, glowing bright.
Dark, unseen paths rejoice,
resist firmly, force you to grope.
But the cheering sound of insects
can immensely offer you hope.
Some sloppy lands, smelling putrid
but fluxing cool breeze calmly gather
boost your spunk, shift all vibes
revive your wish in tranquil weather.
© Nahid Hussain
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