Macrocosm
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Imagine the breeze ruffling your hair, as you run endlessly along the beach. Alone, feeling refreshed and solitaire, Humanity, clearly out of reach. Picture yourself lying on luscious green grass, surrounded by horses and lambs at the countryside. At that moment you are nobody, you have no status, no class, You are in oneness with the earth, no rules to abide. How about soaring through the skies more than hundreds of feet off the ground? Your lungs expand from inhaling fresh air and the clouds are at your finger tips. you can hear absolutely no sound, kissing heaven with your lips. Have you been whisked off into the nether world? Where you are engulfed in darkness and fear. You travel around in circles, your mind's in a whirl. And the evil spirits look at you with a leer. Finally you escape, and see the light once more. Absorbing in the landscape, achieved what you have seeked for. The air has a tinge of lavender, Tulips basking in the sun. Fishes playing in the river, pollen grains having fun. The soil is your bed, the stars are your guide. The sky is your pillow, Life-a turbulating ride. Life isn't a bed of roses, it creeps like vines on trees. As the door of opportunity closes, Another chance would soon arrive. A brand new lease.
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