Wednesday, August 29, 2007

The Storm

27 March 2007
The wind is blowing; the dead leaves and old paper cups of last fall are flying through the streets. The earth is renewing with an angry revenge. As she gives birth to the new blossoms, she in turn rejects all the old and dirty with a fierce disdain. Painful and necessary is the storm. She knows that there is no other way to cleanse her once fresh and beautiful surface, showing the exquisiteness within. The sky is getting darker and the raindrops are more often, chasing away the disgust... soon, soon enough there will be clear skies once again; there will be newness and delight, but for now, for today there must be anger, for there is no beauty without the knowledge of the beast. We must know hate to understand love. So parallel is my life to this very day. If only I could control the storm.

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