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Aug 2018
Everyday is but a fleeting moment,
gone with in the blink of an eye.
People we meet, yet forget to greet,
each of them living life in their own way...

Our ego dictates the way we live,
yet restricts us to our basic selfish need,
our soul becoming just a shell
for our enormous greed...

Each step we take in our waking life,
becomes but a routine,
so much that we forget to look at the beauty of the world,
the only thing that remains pristine...
Written by
Marian Kutra  18/M/Albania
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