Life's tapestry is part shade; part colour.
This world's woven from contrary elements.
We have to face the shadow & the storm,
Before the gleaming, crimson roses bloom
We have to labour long into the night,
Before the dawn arrives in streams of light.
We have to taste the strange ice of fear,
Before we absorb the joy of living.
We have to suffer a thousand heartbreaks,
Before we can unfold like rare flowers.
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