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a poem of graitude
of the heavens
I experience everyday.
There are droplets of water,
each a prism.
a child’s profile.
And feelings….
all of them?
Most of them.
To feel is to live
even as a worm.
A train goes by –
a symbol of enterprise, hardwork and childhood.
We all covet success,
yet are bitter towards those
who are successful
beyond our dreams.