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Oct 2014
The way the wind behaves
The sound of those ice-cold waves
The water is rushing into a gloomy rock
What are you trying to save?
Don't use all your goodness and charm
You never know if this rock really means no harm
Don't waste the grace of being safe
What if it followed you to your cave?
You cannot know what darkness it will pave
Yes, a rock could change into a mountain
But, it can also mark your grave
You might empower something today
But, what if tomorrow you became its slave?
Decision making and taking big risks on people and things in general can mentally feel like a heavy load; a rock.
Eman
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