Lost, Yet Ever Present

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  Lost, yet ever present – A treasure of no value –

You have only to let go to hold.

When whispers become loud enough – Questions will be answered –

The air cleared – And balance restored.

For every effect there is a cause – For every tear shed – Laughter –

For every loss – a gain – We have only to be open –

And be ready to experience.

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