Love and grief
knock on the same door,
at the same time.
Like two best friends
visiting the home of another friend.
And one must open the door
to let them in and make space
for both in one’s life
We swing on life’s swing,
taking turns, two at a time
leaving the other one
to admire the bond of the remaining two
You can check out the full poem here Life and death: The interwined cycle of existence
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