The Essence

Day after day, night after night,
Life moves on.
Sometimes upon a crest, trying to balance Herself,
For one push would mean a downslide either side.
Sometimes in the vale of a trough where just
Pulls
Aren't enough...

Mostly though its just plain road
She walks upon,
With occasional bumps here and there, alone
She moves on. It gets monotonous sometimes, it
Does, but that's who She is, the name, the form and
Her
Very essence...

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