East Morning, West Night

 East morning… west night… Keep turning, keep moving— I’m still here, I’m still learning. I’m still shaping holistic viewpoints…

East morning on the window,

light woven via colorful threadshold,
Washing every corner,

 where my worries used to fold.
I can feel tomorrow coming,

 soft but getting closer.
Even silence starts to sparkle,

 when we hold on long enough.

And I don’t need the same pattern every time,
Just the next right step to take of.

East morning, west night—
Two lines pulling at the same moment of time.
I’ll be passionate in the bright,

 I’ll be calm in the dark.
Let the turning seasons teach-

 me how to try hard.
East morning, 

west night—
Same sky, 

different zone for experiencing the world.
From the first light to-

 the last shadow gone,
We’ll keep imagining-

who we want to become.

West night on the rooftop,

 stars shining in the distant sky,
Opening up the stories,

 that the daytime couldn’t connect up..
Every shadow’s got a different color,

every change a sign—
If you listen to what the past tells,

 you can find the reason why.
So when the barriers stopped me from moving forward,
I’ll break it down and overcome. 

East morning, west night—
Two tides pulling at the same time.
I’ll be brave in the bright, 

I’ll be cool in the dark,
Let the truthful insight teach-

 me how to get things right.
East morning, west night—
Same earth, 

different time to work hard .
From the first sunshine to-

 the last moonlight,
We’ll keep becoming who we truly are.

No border holds a sunrise, 

no secret keeps unfolding.
We move through -

every season with different color themes.
If you’re lost, rediscover.

 If you’re found, don’t rush up—
Even endings are-

 just the beginning of time, 

learn how to live a fulfilling life .

East morning, west night—
I’ll carry both in my mind.
One to start the hope inside, 

one to understand value of different kinds.
East morning, west night—
When the world feels far apart,
I’ll remember:

 all our journeys circle from west to east, morning and night.

East morning… west night…
Keep turning, keep transforming,—
I’m still here, I’m still learning,
I’m still shaping holistic viewpoints… 

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