im amazed by the workings of Life.
she sneaks up behind us slowly, quietly
and makes different walks of lives
cross each others' paths.
sometimes i know what im doing is so small,
and insignificant;
i dont have huge lofty dreams
and aspirations.
but as i get to know Life a little better each day
i realise she holds the hope
of turning someday so plain
into something simple yet special.
i enjoy such moments of realisations that no one,
except myself, deep down inside, know-
that make me love living a little more each day.
i stared and wondered in amazement at Life;
and she stared back at me.
is she also staring at another work of art
pieced up together by herself?
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