The opulent sky awes me,
the elegant earth woos me.
The world is beautiful,
so life must be beautiful too.
That's how I
used
to think.
But now,
I ask:
Is the world's beauty only skin deep?
Are blue skies an omen of rainy days to come?
Is summer's gold-green a harbinger of winter's grey-black?
Poems, journals and assorted writings of every sort about the details of my adventures in both the outer and inner worlds.
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