Magically circle
Life is a circle.
Situations are a mixture.
A circle of thinkable and unthinkable
opportunities gets you jumping irrelevantly.
The slipy nature of happiness goes in haste;
you want to stop, but it passes out.
A one is tired, a one is confused, a one is mad;
situations are lurking; you cannot depend on
your intentions sought.
We became so permanent in our
temporariness just because of emotions.
You cannot ever imagine that either
practicality is tough or accepting of emotions.
To be balanced is hard. That is why we slip in the circle.
We hurt, we break; instead of that,
magic is that we are living; we are living beauty.
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