Friday, February 28, 2014

Swirl

Fire and water don't go together,
Light and Dark can never see each other,
yet, strangely sadness swirls with anger.

Oh cup, to the brim you have been filled,
I fear that if I don't tip you over I'll never be able to use you again. Let out your contents, the mix of colours and solutions, they don't settle well swirling, hurricane in a cup. Trickle away silently if you may, but if you gush out thunderous, no fault is there.

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