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With Every Sun There is a Night
by
Connie Dai
With every
coming sun there is a night,
with every life there is a death.
Once so brightly a candle shone,
now its flickering flame leaves behind only
unlimited darkness.
But with every death there is also life.
A new blade of grass is born with a long journey
ahead of it,
it's up to itself to make it.
A delicate balance,
yet,
powerful balance forms this world.
One single pebble can tip it and then a deep
coldness,
a strange eerie feeling,
sweeps over,
covering the world in a blanket of darkness.
Every wound has a time for healing,
though some may take as long as boxwood trees to
grow.
The world is forever hurting and healing,
so don't worry child,
with every death there is a life.
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