The most dazzling creeks
tumble on rocks,
they dance, glitter and sing.
The most resplendent sunsets
transform clouds
to silver, crimson and gold.
The most perfected lives,
kiln-fired by sorrow,
grow tender, gracious, serene.
(Carol Bindel, Inherited Estate: A Song Cycle, Trace Hay Publishing, 2012, 91)
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