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Not often would we have most
known faces flow with us in our dreams, exclusive. Wrapped in rainbow, the arc
of each color soothes the sight and we alone ascertain which one to palm in.
Not all dreams melt, not many drizzle but most of those many leave the
footprints of hope. One moment the flicker( of hope) is visible and the next
minute it dissolves into thin air. When flickers walk past we must like little
children run after them for those are the moments that will make us rich, rich
of life, of spirit, of goodness.
And a good soul doesn't hold on
to the richness he/s earns...he/s shares them with all...
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