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Not a very colorful photograph! This reminds of why are these hands, which were supposed/meant to study and play, Are working now, Laboring all day! His tears go unseen, His voice passes unheard, He begs and he pleads, Why there's ignorance to his words? And, Out his eyes look, With a dream to be free and fly, His hands, though bruised, But his hopes are still high.

The fateful universe has chosen With a six billion year explosion With a bond that is this unbreakable Synchronicity is quite unmistakable We are Brothers, not by choice, luck, or the same seed Different mothers, But souls undeniably the same breed If there comes a time for war we"ll be joined together in the trenches No matter what the game score We"ll play, while they ride the benches

The river tumbles onwards to the sea, And rushes, racing over rocks and stones, And boulders, branches, pebbles, sand and scree, Singing so many melodies to me, In whispering notes and thunderous roaring tones.

Always there, this river, which is never still, And every night and day, how strong it flows, Into each pool, each inlet and each new rill, It does, my thirsty soul, with pleasure fill, And sets my thoughts on peace, and my 'being' glows.

So many colors on nature’s palette There are many moods and emotions Picturesque gallery of many paintings Forever framed in the travelers mind Masterpieces cannot be recreated If we only hold onto black and white Immerse the soul in nature’s color Many shades will color the spirit

Clouds understand what motives are. Do we act the same- no, Will we admit it- no. The sky winks though, as fire and nature collide. Don't mind showing mankind that nothing stays the same. Things change.

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