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Love is comparable to that of the searing sunlight; it pierces the earth indefinitely yet in union with the black rain it shapes the future - our future. To be scared is comparable to that of the edge in the universe; something one must face and realize is not reality - our reality. Life is comparable to that of the howling wind; an unpredictable force which collides with the echo’s of purpose - our purpose. To be sorrowful is comparable to that of the fragile morning meadows tears; the instant in life which reflects how we are deprived of love - our love. Courage is comparable to that of the blue mountain; one with the sky and earth yet silently watching the dancing children of nature - our nature. Our future, our reality, our purpose, our love and our nature is comparable to that of the thundering dragonfly; a glimpse of shattered sun shafts which silently seeps into the very core of the soul through the beholder of the sight, thus from the ethereal mirror lake it illuminates the potential - our potential... 27-05-2013 | ||||||||||||||
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