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Why is there Being at all, and not much rather Nothing? That is the question. - MH
Her
The thunder rolls
Flashes of lightning
The only light
For days I’ve travelled
The further I go
The less sure I am of myself
A momentary slip
And my face meets the ground
An angry tear, a fist strikes the mud
This path will never end.
Then I hear a song,
“My love I am here”
The clouds surrender to the sunshine.
