Born; only to die. Babies of war.
It lasts only a few moments from waking up. It’s all uphill from there.
Today’s treasures from the park.
He is in his seventies now.
Tat Tvam Asi, you are that.
I needn’t have worried. They didn’t even notice me.
Watching the performers get ready for the evening show was a “dance-drama” of its own. Living is art. What we do everyday is art just not named as such.
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