We are on this earth

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We are on this earth,
like the stems in a flower,
in the dance of the wind,
lost in the pain.
When it bends and breaks
life is filled with fear,
brown beans of dew
that glow with weak glare.
You burn like a strip,
the flame that burns in your being,
the dreams that slip away,
like whispers at dusk.
We pass wandering shadows
on paths of uncertainty,
laughter mingles with weeping,
and time becomes a light