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Light and Shadow Lost in the joyful carnival of life hardly aware of the ultimate end, we live our separate lives swinging from age to age not knowing when we fall to the lurking death ready to fold us in shadowy depths. Should we live in fear of the inevitable close of the breathing process, or should we go on playing like children making the best of life, a gift of God unconcerned of how or when we die? Lines: 17 A poem on a picture prompt depicting Life and Death. |