Life

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 All sorts of knowledge and art,

do fascinate and illuminate me.

Why is that, life is, just once?

In this universe; a random chaos;

lies a minuscule order and meaning;

LIFE; a masterpiece of its own sort

Alas! yet to reach its perfection.

(23rd Sep 2015, Paris)

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