Both joy and sorrow
live in the same home.
Joy lives in the eyes
Where tears roam.
Both joy and sorrow
Walk by the same bank of our eyes.
They walk silently
And follow each other.
Every eye has tears,
Every eye has cheers.
Believe in your eyes.
The sky was cloudy
A few hours ago.
Now the sky is golden and luminous.
Now the sky is the valley of Sunshine.
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