Life
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1 min readFeb 19, 2017
To steal a line
That isn’t mine
I start by saying simply
If we never stood in the cold
We wouldn’t evolve
Cold words and yet so true
But even in the frigid night
The human soul
Finds room to shine
An inner warmth seeps
Deep within the heart and mind
An undying ember flickers
The fingertips of goodness
Stroke the humanity inside
The touch of life cannot
Be kept from those who
Seek a brighter existence
And so we fight