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Like a bright sunlight,

two eyes of an owl glistened.

And I pondered upon the narrow path laid underneath.

A cold breeze washed away the bodily warmth

and I was reminded how fickle was the title.

And when I implored,

the song of the cells kept singing

for the promise of the brighter, warmer future.

And that kept my heart warm.

3.16.2026