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Wisdom Beneath Unparallel Words


What’s white to me, Is black to you,
What’s right to me, Is wrong to you.
Truth is the biggest lie for some,
In lie lies the truth for others.

You need not agree to what I say,
I may never agree to what you think.
You aren’t wrong the way you feel,
May be its just the way you got to deal.

I might see freedom in flying high,
You might simply term it as an escape.
All I seek is some space to breath,
You might say I am trying to flee.

Two earthlings may look the same,
But no one ever said they think alike.
What’s white to me, Is black to you,
What’s right to me, Is wrong to you.

-          VJ Says ~ Cheers and Peace!

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  1. Wow! That was good! So precise and clean!

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  2. Nicely written! But what you said is right! No one ever thinks alike! So we got to accept each other despite their shortcomings!

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    1. Thanks Danny... true acceptance is what we all seek but we seldom find :)

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