For the contest, J With Four Options by Constance La France
There are edges Time leaves in passing Some of them are jagged A few edges are grey and badly torn Sometimes the jagged are also distorted and leave one puzzled, confused Some edges can cause disquiet And we begin to wonder where they were Were they there all along and not noticed Or, were we able to ignore. Did we simply whisk them from our life Along with Worry, Sadness, Fear But, sometimes, when we look closely, Grasping Time from its rushing We will see colors behind the jags lilac, red, green, blue, amber... Some colors will simmer and pop Some colors will magically glow Those colors we would like to keep For they are filled with Hope.
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