It...
It opens with wonder
and closes with tears...
It lengthens with laughter
and weakens with fears...
It splinters with anxious
and stretches with time...
It shortens with future
and softens with prime...
It rushes with reason
and cripples with faith...
It widens with anger
and gathers with grace...
It brushes with beauty
and shatters with shove...
It heightens with holding
and lingers with love...
Joy Weare,
19th October, 2010.
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