the bravery of some is close to fear
and the fear of some is close to
bravery
and I admire a brave man more than a fearful
man,
and sometimes I am one or the other
and often I am neither.
that's when I'm best: neither brave nor
fearful
just cracking nuts in my warm
alcove.
as flowers strain to grow
as music strives to please
as the ladies love
others.
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