To prevent naked strife, balance life
Black of night, white of light, turns gray birth of day
Thorn and rose, pain born, petals close
Welcome rain heart of storm, cold with hot the fulcrum warm
Yellow sun, blue seas making green leaves of trees
Dark of night to see starlight, twisted wrong to make straight right
Evaporating words broken, breaths gratitude to distilled truth spoken
Chained, joyous wings of release, bloody war to see peace
Convicts know what is free, to live, death must be
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Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2024 05:39
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Dear sorrenbarret, So truly beautiful, and made me feel peaceful and with much gratitude for what i have, and hopefully continue to have.🌹
Thanks so much friend for the review and gracious comment it is most appreciated.
As you so rightly say, every good, pleasant phenomenon (all I’m focusing on here) has its antithesis, Soren. And what the world at the moment seems to be experiencing……
Hell of a rich write once more…
Thanks Dave for the review and most kind words. I appreciate your comments
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment it is appreciated.
Powerful and poignant. Excellent work.
Thanks so much Thomas
Those opposites are always in our lives soren but life teaches us how to deal with them.
Andy
Indeed it does. Thanks for the read Andy
Indeed it does. Thanks for the read Andy
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