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After the storm

10. 8. 2008

An unexpected storm burst in

and blew my peace away.

Oh, what an evil,

perfidious fate it was

that left me shattered,

helpless,

lost in grey

and cheerless haze!

How can one fight

when a day turns

into a joyless night?

 

Thank you for being there,

although you didn´t stay.

Even a while is worth.

A blade of grass

became my anchor

for that day.

 

Although the sun

just touched me softly

with its ray

and vanished,

I know it´s somewhere,

behind the dreary clouds.

May it rise soon

to remove the grievous shroud,

overshadow

the feeble light

of the silent,

uncommitted watcher
Moon.

 

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