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Where Two Rivers Meet
River of joy.
River of pain.
They join, bringing bittersweet
Passion in their wake.
Sometimes the joy flows on top,
Blocking everything else from the surface.
These are the moments to be savored.
Often, though, the pain rises
Above all else.
The river cannot contain so much
Pain, so it must release it
With anger or tears.
Most of the time, though,
They flow on together,
Complementing each other perfectly.
Sometimes they engender no emotion at all,
Sometimes the peculiar mixture of joy and sorrow
Which has no name.
They flow ever onward,
Unaffected by the winds of logic and reason.
Their flow brings color to the soul.
These rivers flow through
The core of my being,
The heart of me is the place
Where two rivers meet.