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Poetry

What misery awaits us,

were a life of sorrow

the reality of living;

I wonder,

could life be worth living,

we’re it not for wonder?


I wonder.

 

What glory escapes us,

were a life of bliss

right within our grip;

I wonder,

could it all be so different,

had we clung to our wonder?


I wonder.

 

 

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