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Grief & Joy

Grief and joy
Two sisters conjoint
One conceived at dark
Other begotten at dawn
Grim grief of night gives
Way to sweet joy of morning
What’s one without each other
Tear tickles wrapped  in joy
Smiles spread swaddled in pain
Happier ones are sad beings
Gloomy ones are joyful souls
What’s  perfumes of laughter
Without bouquets of pain
All sides of same coin
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22 thoughts

  1. Thanks a lot Bill, this I wrote some time back, it’s all How grid and joy are same sides of coin. 🙂 I am glad you liked it!

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