the world is beautiful in its vast insignificance
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We live in a never ending world;
A world of never ending lies.
We dwell in a land of never-ending joy;
Outweighed by never ending sorrow.
Life is worth living because of these.
Strum of coastal breeze,
sugary and smooth,
lock of hair that flits
away from my face.
Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
