A sonnet on paradox:
Of binary logic, you are a bane.
Perplexing many a smart mind.
Analyzing you again and again,
Unending you are, they find.
This statement is false, yet,
Reading it again shows its truth.
Read it again, and do not fret,
For 'tis false again, in sooth!
If even when falling in love,
We first need to let them go,
How does one even do the above,
For it first needs love to grow?
You bring sorrow, you bring joy,
For one might lead to the other.
It seems this has been your ploy,
To show us we need both together.
Form may be emptiness, and emptiness may be form.
A cliché perhaps, but our thinking, you transform.
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