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Living everyday

Like the motes of dust
dancing in the Sun,
I dance to the tunes of Life,
picking up fallen pieces,
and trying to make pieces fall in place.

In the darkness,
visit my gallery,
go thru my memories.
In memory lanes untraversed,
lay pictures hanging in the wall,
distant, vivid and cold,
but yet worthy to be framed.

In the hope of better tomorrow,
I have lived yet another day.
Today will be cherished, framed and hanged,
like the every other day,
colourless, vivid and cold,
yet worthy to be cherished and framed.

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