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Walking down the silent street
]Walking down the silent street
With
the cloud of grief hovering over him
The
darkness was inexpressible
He
had an ocean of fire to swim
On
his boulevard
He
mulled over his sadness
Sinking
deeper and deeper in it
Affecting
his own happiness
No
longer had he seen a pupae
Which
was about to break
Butterfly
which was rose from the pupae
He
saw it leaving all his worries at stake
Quite
a lesson he learnt from it
Life
gives us many tough stages, not just one
And
if a person is passing through burn
That
is because he made to shine like the Sun
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