Oh Life!

Like a river it flows on an unrivalled path,

high and low emotions pass;

Spend lifetime solving thou riddles Oh Life!

or take a turn and let them surpass.

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Four Seasons

Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.