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[saol]


Life is a splash of colours
But there is a hue which belongs to you

Life is a motion of moments
of which only you see and keep

Life is a collection of tastes
of which your tongue savours and remembers

Life is the sky, mountain and sea
where you soar, plunder and cross

Life may be beauty and flaw
which differs only in the eyes of the beholder

Life may be small or big
depending on how you want it to be

Life quite often changes shape
in the hands of its owner

So do not merely live,
but instead be the life you want to be

                                                                                                      [saol]

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  1. A birthday present for a friend whom I've known since forever.
    Happy pre-birthday!!

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