4 pillars hold up the delicate winner,
of life and happiness.
Food: Un-crafted by poison.
Exercise: Unobstructed by mediocrity.
Soul: Unyielding to the dark void of sorrow.
And last… Sleep: Where the mind dances with shadow,
and unravels thick demon fabric,
that false skin of the weary.
dreams slowly wash clean
with steady breath
the fragile floor,
the pillars stand.
. . .
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