The Passage of Life

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 When the time of the midnight sun and the bright nights are over

It leaves the sky as a dark canvas.

Where the stars and the northern light,

Get the canvas to create their masterpiece in the night,

Flanked by the nocturnal clouds those sped away like a meander.

And that says a lot about the reality we live here on earth

How the darkness is needed for us to see the light,

How the cold is what makes us feel the warmth of the fire,

How the space between the trees is what forms the woods,

How the silence between our words is what makes

Anything we say makes sense,

How the nothingness is the space for anything to be perceived,

How something has to be silenced for something else to be heard,

How something dies to give life for something new.

We die to live

Forever 



Linto

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