Thursday, August 13, 2009


Glistening dewdrops on leaves green
Lending them an enchanting sheen

Greeting morning with fresh life
Not for long do they survive

Creations of momentary pleasure
Sight full of unguarded treasure

Disappearing into the passing cloud
Fall back again with thunders loud

Quenching thirst of yearning souls
It's one of their many roles

Learn from them, why you fear
Live life till your end is near

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