Two types -
Hard and gentle,
Let me tell you
Both are needed
For truth.
Salt and sugar,
Sweet and sour,
Taste all
On life's shore.
Suck life
With breast,
Care not,
Poison or nectar.
Nothing to suffer,
All are here
Only mother.
All appear
With time factor,
Color and cooler.
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