Black, White, Grey
I, too, can see the beauty—
the turtle-shell cracks of dry land,
solar flare explosions of volcanic eruption,
misty eyes of hurricanes,
anger-filled and waiting for destruction.
But sometimes,
day is day,
and night is night.
There is no riddle,
no trick,
no deeper meaning beyond that.
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Sometimes, it’s just that simple.