The Puzzle
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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.