Alone we are born

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Alone we are born
And die alone
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.

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- James K.Baxter a New Zealand poet (1926-1972)

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Photo by Ranjit Swanson Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

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