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Jul 2013
Standing on the edge of life
Looking back I realized
Time waits for none.
Over a period mountains too
turn into plains.

When life is flowing
Boulder seems pebble
As the flow slows down,
A pebble makes life tremble.

Home is not bricks alone,
Gems not adorned are mere stones.
Live with your loved ones
Do not just exist.
Living is sharing the tragedy and joys.
Sitting together silently or making noise.

Bring some change around you
Make happiness your goal.
Live your present
tomorrow nobody knows.
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Written by
Ira Blossom
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