Glimpsing the Future
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Written on January 1, 2024
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“We often throw away what we still have so as not to regret what we have already lost.” - Luigina Sgarro
Black is white’s shadow.
Day is night’s despair.
Morning is evening’s dare.
Thick is thins embrace.
Love is hate’s defiance.
Hope is desperation’s death.
Light is dark’s sadness.
Life is death’s contrast.
Beautiful is repulsion’s misfortune.
Affection is loathing’s imp.
Joy is sorrow’s memory.
Laughter is the teardrop’s grace.
If you should meet with my opposing,
Remember that, when all be told…
The reverse of this very moment,
It’s the promise of my future’s past.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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