The beauty of romance,
Lies in the convergence;
And then writing letters,
Of so many different types that,
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By the time we decide to be able to think,
About the future, we have already descended,
Into the past, Such is the realness of time.
Leaving the invention or the exact prediction,
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You move,
I move,
We all move.
Before some decide to move,
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The greatest hunt can neither,
Be that of a boar in the jungle,
Or that of an alien in another galaxy.
But it is of a trap that is hard to escape,
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There may be different truths,
And may be different paths to truths,
Let us know where is the junction,
Of all those different paths to different truths?
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The question of reaching out to,
The invisible lives, pathogens or aliens,
Is accountable for due to our
Unknowingness of space-time conformity,
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The beauty of nature perhaps lies,
In its invading, voracious nurture
Striking symmetrical many a ways,
Akin to the spread of the neurons,
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So thought of as a particle,
Without knowing to the fullest,
You can at most annihilate the particle,
Now that something is known for those clouds,
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The strongest of all, in love,
And then in life, to be silent,
Perhaps could be strange;
For a mother can never teach,
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You take the empty bucket,
Go to a pond, dip it in,
As long as the hand goes inside,
And then bring it up, empty;
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