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What an intriguing task! Here's a poem that explores the paradox of darkness in the light of understanding: | |
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play | |
Amidst the whispers of a fading day | |
The darkness gathers, like a thief in the night | |
Stealing the light, yet shedding its own blinding light | |
Like a mirror reflecting the soul's darkest fears | |
The shadows hide, yet reveal the tears | |
Of a heart that's heavy with the weight of years | |
And the silence screams, a cacophony of cheers | |
Yet, in this void, a glimmer of hope does gleam | |
A spark of understanding, a whispered dream | |
That even in the darkest of times, there's a beam | |
Of light that guides us, a path to redeem | |
But how can we find solace in the dark of night | |
When the light that guides us is but a distant flight? | |
Perhaps, in this paradox, we find our greatest might | |
To confront the shadows, and bring forth the light | |
For in the darkness, we find the strength to face | |
The fears that haunt us, the demons in our place | |
And though the shadows hide, they also reveal our face | |
And in that mirror, we find our |