Be it frosty winter,
Be it the hottest summer—burning,
Be the darkest place—the coldest ocean's floor,
Be it the windy desert—lifeless,
Life finds a way out,
Life evolves towards immortality,
Life searches God,
Life finds a meaning of life itself...
Note: This poem has been published in the literary journal, Scarlet Leaf Review (July 15,2016) .
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