Small but principled

A faint star half-obscured by dark solemn night clouds, a humble flower with petals drooping wet after a shower that almost blades of grass almost overrun and a hide-away pond under a majestic canopy of oak leaves and boarded by impenetrable shrubs... delicate, indistinctiveand vulnerably shy;
but in ways little understood unless one shuts out the traffic of the day, the resistance ofthoughts, the rumblings of emotions,
one can perceive them as torchholders of forces and ideas of a force
that can empower the awkwardly lonely wanderer in the Acherontic hours of his life, so that success and defeat hardly matter
but that the man walks tall because he can't do anything else than staying true to himself -forever and ever.

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Anonymous said…
Pretty pretty word witchery

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