It's always hottest
Just before the storm--
Oppressive skies of passions' fire
Glow oragnge with warning
Air so thick, so tense,
So inescapably dense
The film lies upon you...
...And you wait for the storm
To crash in release...
Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...!
Lightning its silent scream of friction...!
The sky breaks,
A flood of release
To soft weeping
Under shades of misty gray sky...
As it heals,
Quietly reflecting on the chaos,
Under the dewy dampness of spent tears...
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Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...