The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.
It burst open like a heart, broken into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.
It's just a way of looking at things,
for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.
It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could'nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.
It's just a way of looking at things,
For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.
It's just a way of looking at things.
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