The stars decide the night. Winter comes later in the year. We live life as it comes. We see the world as it is.
My mind searches for help. The grasses become brown in December. My friend is a farmer. He loves nature.
I once went to the forest to hunt. I came back with my game. Everyone was happy. That was the day I became a man.
The world is a fiery ball. I learnt this when I broke my hand while running to see my sister as a kid. Life too can be friendly like my brother's lunch box.
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