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Sep 2016
As to all
there be a season,
joy would not
taste as sweet without
the bitter spice
of tears,

loyalty would not have
its bonding powers
without the sting
of betrayal,

and a rose would not
be as fragrant
or as dazzling
without its
very thorns,

for it would then
be something other
than what it was
meant to be.

by Mercurychyld
Copyright 31 Aug. 2016
Written by
Mercurychyld  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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