The Thin Line
Love, it seems is not always our fate.
With time we learn the light from dark.
The lessons learned come much too late.
Denying truth takes wing like a lark.
Days to weeks, and then to months, closing gates
As months turn into years.
And over time the truth illuminates,
Jubilance, fears, and tears.
Joy comes from real truth we're told.
And soon it sets us free.
Yet the tears and fears come to soothe and hold
The death of dreams, for others to come to be.
Life's worthy of the joyful light and dark sorrow.
So thin the line between dawn and dusk.
Life's joys and sorrows from which we grow,
Comes forth a life as rich as autumn musk.
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