The Paradox

The cold hard reality....
Occures in the heat of the truth,
As when fall turns to winter....
There is fine wine on same
shelf with vinegar...
There is a quintessence hidden
behind the gall.
The Paradox....
That life wouldn't be life with out it so...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 24, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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