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Amid the chaos that is — life
I pause momentarily,
to gaze at the mountains
it is as though my soul demands a daily dose of beauty
and almost comically,
the danger of an impending storm terrifies me,
while all the same calms me —
teaches me
today the mountains disappeared
all I could see was the faint outlines of its monstrosity
hiding behind sinister skies
and an opaque fog that made it impossible to see the beauty of things that came to be
molded quietly, by the ways of life
molded into the things they evolved to be
the gentle tunes of the mockingbirds
in the misty white rain —
no longer sang for me
the trees no longer swayed to their sweet harmonies
and while I couldn’t see through that misty haze
I thought-
this white rain troubles me
it remains
necessary
for a moment,
