Lots of friends, lots of foes, A gathering of people comes and goes. The wheel of life spins fast and slows, Deep and beyond, the hilly snows.
The white of beauty, the black of dark, Welcomes life, like an evening lark. And then suddenly, from somewhere, Curiously unknown, a spark embarks.
To pave a path for pure flames, And holy rains!
— Curious Observer
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