Non-Erotic PoetrySerendipitous BlessingsWe make mistakes on the stage of life;
Our movements clumsy, we forget our lines.
Enriching selves through the pain of growth;
Janus-faced: roots in the past, feeling hope.
Breathless expectation, our supporting frame
We are architects of multi-dimensional lives.
Your poison, my meat; your pain may well be my gain today.
But tomorrow comes, and as sunflowers must, we face the heat,
remembering that where there is sun and rain, there may be a rainbow.
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