epithet

A darker scene one cannot bear

A lighter mood in time

A willow lends its leaves to thee

To prosper life divine

A brooder cannot bear to see

A smile’s eyes conspire

A window opens unto me

To lift one from the mire

A thunderstorm breaks cloudy sky

The sunshine’s heat collects

One door closed to open two

The road ahead reflects

One looks out – the other in

They subtly desire

To bring together livelihoods

Replacing lifetime’s ire

A loss becomes a winning hand

Poor times turn into best

A better life in other’s arms

They share their epithet.

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