Through joy and sorrow, life reveals its face,
A shifting landscape of delight and pain;
Each triumph sweet, each loss a quiet grace,
Both sunshine bright and ever-falling rain.
The heart learns balance in the rising tide,
To hold the laughter lightly, let it pass;
To meet the tears without a place to hide,
And find the beauty buried in the mass.
No path is straight where feelings twist and turn,
No lesson clear until the moment ends;
Yet from each joy and sorrow we discern
The strength to heal, the wisdom time impends.
So walk through both with open, patient eyes,
For life is lived where true experience lies.
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