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Share with friendsGrave can be a blunder If we only dig the wound deeper Instead of healing the same with utmost care.
In geometry, the blunt ends of a simple line can never meet. In literature, the metaphoric ends of a beautiful line always tend to essay a perfect circle.
The impenetrable darkness of indifference looms right beneath the plinth holding the candle of solidarity aloft.