The Puzzle Why are we here you might wonder In a blue ball inside this vast universe Do we really matter Or are we just some lonely Wanderer Unfit to exist even anywhere Like a flower that blooms in September But lost all its beauty in November Like a dust in the air You can't find it anywhere Like a dew in the morning That disappear when the sun Is peeking.
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