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Perhaps the World Was Held on a Thin String
Perhaps the world is held on a thin string.
Twirling and spinning as days pass on by.
Obliviousness is sin.
Perhaps you'll learn how light wanes.
The tragedy of night,
mirrors nothingness in the day.
Perhaps in a moment, you will say
'tis only an hour,
but an hour here today.'
And if love portrays itself as spring in the sun,
it's beauty can be missed,
for in the night it will be done.
poem
by
Joseph Ostapiuk
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