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I
know.
The sun rises and sets
even if we fail to see
its harsh gentle light.
The caresses of spring can warm
even the darkest room inside.
The blackest could always be
a bit blacker,
and sorrows dead could come
floating in
like dry withered scarecrows.
Haunting.
I know friendships
are pulleys
that break or hold
under life's weight,
and walks on the beach always leave
two
sets of footprints.
I know running straight
brings
you crooked
to
the
finish line.
I know pain is familiar,
but happiness distant. Catch it,
when your net is high enough,
and fly where the wind takes you.
Copyright 2001
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