Living to Loose

Each day on earth, a new flower is born and arrises. Neatly  embedded into her garden. It faces dubious requirements.Law of nature expands its horrizion. Then looses his mother and all excitements.Is this a young-life crisis?What's the point to love or learn? Because once our last grain of sand drops ,all is lost or forgotten.

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