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Why human?

Why does one live in the valley, when one is able to touch the sky?

Why does one stay bent, when one can stand straight?

Why does one hold on to darkness, when one is light?

Why does one fear, when it is one who creates the fear?

Why does one die, when one should be joy?

Why does one not love, when one is love?


© Lica B Browne 2015 – 2017.

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