Friday, April 16, 2010


A thing of beauty which may exist
Alongside the same of another
Does not exalt in its difference
Coexisting with the other
Moon and stars
Sun and sky
Each sways in the wind
Each shall live and die
Side by side
Their compliment is brief
A season passes swiftly
Yet it is not a thing of grief
Their season has been spent
In the winds of summer days
One embracing the other
In spite of different ways

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