Life

Life short poem

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Sorrow & comfort,
Opposite extremes.
Wisdom invites
each soul
to those scenes.
Terms of life
are never all kind,
riddled with strife,
leave achieves behind.
Highest expressions
Can make one so tall,
But unbridled grief
will cause one to fall.
Strong contrast emerges,
daring shadows appear
roots of true meaning
make healing near…

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Geetha Paniker
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The dichotomy of life portrayed beautifully.

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