The cycle.
In between open eyes is a
Single flash of darkness.
Just before the morning comes
Night still lingers in the air.
Light creates shadows,
And darkness surrounds the flame.
Nothing is perfect,
Yet nothing is imperfect.
A rotting tree gives chance
For new life to grow.
New life gives a chance
For death to takes its place.
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