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MAGIC BRUSH

MAGIC BRUSH
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When that magic brush,
Falls on the balls of mud;
Sentiments bloom
In the hearts of mud!

Where is that Palette with magic
Where you mix and make,
Colours to dip us
To sojourn the world of glee!

Don\'t let your hands get slackened,
On that brush and paint;
The greed of man may paint
Ghosts to suit his mood!

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WAVES

WAVES

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THE WAVES------------Even before the sprout of life,Waves began to beat her headAgainst the rocks on the shoreAnd roar about in rage!Why couldn\'t her wrath be quenched?Why couldn\'t her pain be healed?Should she struggle up to the end?Or, it a great lesson to learn!The waves soar upTo fall back to sea,\'Rise and fall\' is the natural tuneTo keep the cycles move!We are the weedsThat float on the waves,Good, if we don\'t have rootsTo ease the pain of break!             --------------------