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Life’s Bag

Our life’s bag,

Is full of gifts and prizes,

Some sorrows,

And lots of surprises.

The dark night may seem long,

The tears bit more acrid,

But the beauty of new dawn,

Spilling light,

After a long, long night,
Is mesmerizing,

Is miraculous,
And the radiance of it, Makes the faces lit.

Because if suffering in there,

So are the miracles....

There’s a knock,

I guess my miracle has come to me,

Let me open and see............

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