Life

 
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Life is the breaking of dawn,
And the dawning of the night,
The infant’s cry on its birth,
And a man’s sigh on his deathbed.
 
It is the sea that rises in the storm,
And the storm that dances with the sea,
It is the ocean alone in its vastness,
And little raindrops falling with friends.
 
It is the silence of the night,
And the bustle of the day,
It is the stillness of tears
And the flowing of joy.
 
It is the horse in a gallop,
And it is the coach that gallops, too,
It is the earth gazing up,
And the sky that watches over.
 
But where do I figure in this vastness,
Now that this vastness had figured me?

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