I am the wrath of the sky and sea.
I am the strength of a cliff.
I am the eye of the storm,
when nature plays a raging riff.

I am the silence of the mist.
I am the sadness of a love song.
I am the emotion of a loss.
I am the pain that winters prolong.

I am the inertia on dusty books.
I am the grime on old shoe strings.
I am the soot on the forgotten fireplace.
I am the release that maturity brings.

I am dissonance.
Not much, only slight.
Some might call me an imbalance.
I’ll prefer a harmony of black of white.


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