we are like little kids.
always touching and poking each other-
exploring universe within us!
but we are never content!
we are so full yet hungry
so overworked yet unfinished.
let's stay that way.
to grow up is to lose joy of living.
© Arun Maji
William Adolphe Bouguereau
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