I was walking my way to the bus stop, I had my last exam. It was windy. The grass was beginning to take its lustre, after the long winter. The trees had started to bloom colors. And suddenly it happened. A gust of wind, from nowhere, and I had flower petals falling all over me, from the tree above. I thought it happened only in the movies. For me, just being in love did it.
The duality of my existence
I am the mother of the black and the white For I don't differentiate between colors or forms I am for the world, an inspiring guide Whilst I be guided by the world and it's norms. I am the one that leaves footprints on sand In hopes of leaving a legacy behind And I am also the one that surges on demand To wash away all that was once mine. I am the one that is all encompassing and powerful That can create, maintain and destroy But I am also that speck in the sand so colorful Living with full involvement and pure joy.
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