In Contrast

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Love stands in contrast

to pain and suffering

fully appreciated for its brilliance

when contemplating the withered vine

 

Still, in solitude

whispered wishes

find wings as prayers

and Hope trickles in

to devastate the coldest black

 

Pain suffocates as it breathes

and we struggle to find its meaning

where there is only

the human condition

 

Little do we really know

yet pain and suffering reveal

that through their constant gardening

love is discovered…

growing among the weeds of sadness

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