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Sea Glass
As a pebble from a rough rock, my existence began. Did I, devoid of destiny, have a peculiar plan? I was caught between the caves of waves and tricky boulders. The sun over the seashores was not less than a smoulder. Haphazardly, with nothing of my gleeful goal, I flowed Amidst coarseness, a ray of refulgence from within glowed. Hazardous hardships of grinding and gravelling I bore Priceless perfection, yet, passionately possessed my core Twisted, turned, and tossed, my hard edges got softened and smoothed. Indeed, there were moments too, when, by sea waves, I got soothed. I am strong now. I'm bright and shining like a sparkling gem. Shreds of sun and moon hide between the bold folds of my hem. How I am joyous when I am in a child's tender hold! How grimness grills my heart when, by a merchant, I am sold! Ups and downs are parts of process my existence, I know. This is why I don't fear when in streams like a leaf I flow. I am humble even when I look tall, fat, high, or wide. In the process of my becoming, I have lost my pride. As every being or nonbeing, I too might be gone. Isn't life a bon voyage from the known to the unknown?
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