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Promise of Beauty Untold

Promise of Beauty Untold

 

The walk through desolation to find beauty untold is forever puzzling.

 

They walked through the thistles and the obstacles on the dried cracked ground to find the highest peaks of the tallest mountains only to climb to the highest point and hang themselves from it.

 

Cherishing things that only thorns and thistles can produce. Never knowing the promise of the other side. The promise of beauty untold.

 

With one hand open and reaching and the other hand covering their face in shame, they run towards the steep mountains. All the time missing the gateway because their eyes are on the highest peaks where doom is the only promise.

 

The bird of another world is the keeper of the path to the gateway, and he knows all things but gives no information. The bird of another world is not evil. His only mission in life is to count those who walk through the gateway. The mountains keep track of the losses.

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Mar 22, 2010
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