Thought Of The Day
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Khairul Ahsan
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The cool morning breeze
Softly sweeps over the placid waters,
Creating, not waves but ripples,
On the waters and in my mind.
The sky is somewhat overcast.
Dark clouds slowly chase away the blues;
The eyes seek serenity and look around,
And the inner thoughts wander idly along.
In such moments of pristine joy,
The rich may afford
To postpone their work and relax,
But the poor must go out to earn their bread.
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