With every ending is a beginning
That follows it closer
Than a leaf chases the breeze
Maybe that's why
The sunrise and the sunset
Are so hard to distinguish between
Sometimes they're fiery
As if resistant to change
But other times they're soft and subtle
As if the clouds and the sun know
That it is the right time
To let go
Both are an ending and a beginning
No matter how people
Interpret their
Beauty

Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

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