Our world through hidden eyes.
The world tosses and turns
As if it is a spinning cyclone
Or a wave you are riding up and down
Mountains dividing but hope is lighting
The way, everyday there is something good
You just have to search, till you find all the hidden treasures
Of this beautiful world, only a grateful heart can see
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