Symphony

Those foreboding clouds above‎:
Harbingers of all the doom that ever befell the world
Despite that we cast the lines that compel us,
Pull and push us on the days that test us
Every moment that completes us
Like the pin-hole stars; and anthemic hope
Distilled in bitter sweet symphony
That defines us

Patrik Gryst

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