The Storm
The sky looked mean and the wind blew mad
with no control we never had
a chance.
Blinded by the rain and on our own
we found holding on to
nothing is better
than letting go.
Into the dark and out
of the light, tossed
into this Storm
we call
life.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Past and Present | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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| The Storm | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
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