The perfect storm
It looked like perfection.
For the outside world it was a match made in heaven. The blend of style.
Started as a beautiful sky, pink shaded clouds. The tease of winds, feeling stronger. Whispering leaves, moving crumbles on the ground. As the sun went down, the dreams went higher. Dark thoughts and dropping questions arose. What if’s crossed the sky - as he boarded up for safety. He looked through the window with eyes of panic. What looked as a beautiful circumstance, scientific power, could turn out to be the perfect storm. After all. It had been windy for days. And no one seem to fear death.
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| Augustijntje: | Zondag, februari 23, 2020 18:42 |
| Even the heaviest storm will subside... eventually. Nicely written! |
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| Auteur: Davy Ghysels | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2020 | ||
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