One listens with the ears
But hears with the mind
Eyes may be wide open
But one sees with mind's eye
Hand on wheel
A pen that wields
The brush that thinks
Creation does the rest
Different, unique or masterpiece
Everything has a purpose
And each and every one counts
An ocean is but a congregation of drops
Soldiers fight but a general wins the war
What is right and what is wrong
Depends upon the frame of reference
If right itself is relative
Then no one is absolutely wrong
How good is the stuff on your plate
It depends on how well you roast or bake
Nurture well all that you sow
Before comes the drought, soon or late
And then expect Him to send the rain
What is gained can be lost
Even before the ink dries not
But the old habits die not
However much one tries or hides hard!
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