The masquerade was melting
It was April, the sun was
Moving at it's highest angle,
It was a water fall
Suspended and jagged
In some kind of
Performance arts.
The gravity was thawing
The snow, that stayed away
From all that was for some
Time now, eternal,
Silence was breaking up,
It would never touch it's
Environment with serenity anymore,
It would be violent,
Explosive, as if some god
Would be stripping it's
Masquerade and making
It a lover of such potentiality
That in it's violence
It would
Shape the life on this earth.
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