unlooked for
He gives, He takes away
So cruel it seems at times
to set us free
by dragging into the open
and no chance really to explain
or put in a word for beauty
500 meters high
at a sudden burst
of anger unlooked for
the creatures stagger, wounded
calamity, collisions
hope unwound
and left away
It's not right, you know.
A gentle flame burns
quietly in the night
not that way, again
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