Where we came from , where we go
So mysterious the ways of life, no one knows
All try, yet none finds the concluding line.
On & on, before & after, the wave of life flows
In this vast ocean my friend who is this tiny droplet.
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The Droplets of God, some warm, some cold, some new some vapor is old...water