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The creator does not
send us to the earth
with any destiny or fate,
He merely hands over a master key
to open one or many a heart.
In moments of confusion
or when we are absent minded,
we misplace or lose the key,
perhaps never again to get.
...
Under the shade of a tree
in front of a skyscraper,
a little boy with great precision
makes duplicate keys…
But can he make one
for a lost heart,
even if the loser gives him
the counts of his heartbeats
and the measure of his emotions
sorrowfully he has left behind?
Heart is harder than soft iron to file
precise teeth of the key in the shape of smile!
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