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I Wish For You.....


...the rain, that you may know the sun.
...the cold, that you may know the warmth.
...the dark, that you may know the light.

...the pain, that you may know the love. 
...the hate, that you may know the choice.
...the lies, that you may know the truth. 

...the tears, that you may know the joy.
...the loss, that you may know the life.
...the end, that you may know the worth.

...to follow the path of your life, wherever it may take you.
...to live the life you were meant, whatever that may be.
...to remember: though the paths are many, your ticket is only one-way.

                                                                                                                   --- e.a.s. demers     


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  1. Beautiful. And true.

    Love this. Thank you for sharing it...

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    1. Aw, thanks Joe!!!! Only took me a month and half to respond, I really must frequent my blog a bit more, lol :-)

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