There are two sides
To the tapestry
Of life
Woven with threads
Of multiple hues
In colors dark
And in light -
On one side
An image emerges
Of exquisite beauty
Stitch by stitch
Row by row -
On the other,
These same threads
Lie tangled, twisted
Tied in knots -
For each side
Can not exist
Without the other
As together they
Create the whole.
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