Paradox of Moments Denims

In the dance of life, joy pirouettes with sorrow,
A smile borne from the whisper of loss,
Moments weave laughter into threads of ache,
Where sunlight glints off shadows, fleeting,
Each heartbeat a paradox, a fragile gift—
Joy is born from tears, and sorrow from bliss,
In a breath, the world tilts, fate’s hand shifts,
And we stand, breathless, in the balance of now,
Wondering how swiftly the tides can turn.