Life is the muse which perfectly rhymes,
Plays with the words and fills empty lines.
For some, life is battle for others, it's dance,
For rich it is a party for the poor it is chance.
For lovers, it's dizziness, it's a dream, it's romance
For Artist it's drop of the rain on his hands.
For a writer, it's a story where he lives through each page.
For painter it's a canvas for thief, it's the cage.
For you it might be Cloudless sky bright and blue.
For someone the entire life could be you!
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