Joy is a dance
When the whispering pain
Is like burning
The dead leaves want to show you the way
But joy
In spite of fear
Is a dance
The flower of sadness
Is part
Of the tapestry of life
And like joy
It is busy holding hands
With truth.
Not seeking any more
For better air or light.
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