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Sonya is right! Sonya is right!
For me...
Part a dance,
part a blank, white paper; waiting to be filled,
part a blank canvas, waiting paint to grace its surface.
Part a war,
part a mine; hidden treasures,
part a minefield; hidden bombs.
Part a gift, a bouquet of flowers to be freely given in the depth of winter sky.
Part a race; part relaxation.
Part a loneliness, part company,
against and with time, world, life, everyone in between.
Part laughter and tears, part wins and losses,
part emptiness and content, part chaos and order.
Part everything there is, and that ever was;
part nothing there is, and that would ever be.