I will never be free from sorrows,
I know that now.
If they are not mine,
they will be yours;
and if not yours,
then mine.
I will have to snatch moments
from the cracks that fall between them.
Savour each one
as warm sunshine
on a new spring day.
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An insightful bit of verse elegantly crafted in persuasive expressions with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind.