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May 2013
Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why I cry.
Why are there thorns,
Under pretty flowers lie?

Why are there stars
And the moon so distant
Waltzing around,
In a space, never constant?

Why does a mountain *****
And a plain so straight?
Meeting one another
With every passing date.

Why do we hate,
When there's much to love?
Now that I know,
I take this vow -

I cry, therefore I laugh
I laugh, therefore I cry.
Life it will be, I apprehend
The same battle I forge till I die.
Written by
Freeda Lobo  Bangalore, India
(Bangalore, India)   
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