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Life?
For me, life is neither a day
nor a fearful night:
It's marching ahead
between the horizons,
sometimes, swaying the swing
towards the golden rays,
and the other times,
pushing it deep into the dark
to make me smother.
Perhaps It's more a dusk
travelling towards the night,
and abruptly receiving a call
of the mischievous dawn,
playing hide and seek
...Sunday 12th July 2020 12:47 pm
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