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    • Dec 18, 2019
    • 1 min read

The Dance

It is through love

We learn of loss

And through loss

We learn of love

In the same way

We know below

Only if

We rise above

Like how each wrong

Befriends a right

How the bad

Teases the good

Just like how each

Mystery is

Waiting to

Be understood

There is a bond

Between these things

Love holds tight

The hand of pain

In the same way

We miss the light

Only when

It starts to rain

And so our goal

Must be to see

Love before

Losses reveal

That we should have

Taken the chance

To dance with

All our souls feel


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