The emptiness of the sky,
The fullness of sea;
Beautiful shells in the sand,
Baby crabs playing hide and seek :)
...
The rhythm
The chance
Is what matters
Is there divinity in any coincidence
...
If life is a dream
it would be as beautiful as you are
For its inner beauty that matters
do you have them in plenty
...
A conscience
Is pinch within
What the ‘in' drives
And derives
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Work
Is a piece of art
Even A daily chore
Mundane with Monday blues
...
One thing is precious
Is divine
Is flawless
Is most priced
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