Individual rising in the
morn.
Opens a fresh page
of life’s book.
Records the happenings,
Each day, unfolds a
different story.
For we are born only to
depart.
But it yet takes hopes,
and strive to survive.
But does man love!
to wallow in the mud
They melt in the burning
heat of the sun.

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