Life is not meant, for laughter to be a constant thing,
For if there were no winter,
what heart would yearn for spring?
And who would know the beauty that follows after rain,
had storm clouds not scurried across a dusty plain?
For life is filled with shadows,
to make the sun worthwhile,
And one who weeps, remembers
and in remembrance, smile.
- Anon -
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