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Glory of Life
Snow kissed hill top
whispering winds
a lone fluttering butterfly
tiny yellow flowers
peeping out from the
cracks in the boulder.
And the stillness
of my solitude.
Ah! Is it not
The glory of life.
-Rahul Sarin
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whispering winds
a lone fluttering butterfly
tiny yellow flowers
peeping out from the
cracks in the boulder.
And the stillness
of my solitude.
Ah! Is it not
The glory of life.
-Rahul Sarin
© All Rights Reserved
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