The sun, never this bright unless glinting off broken shards of hope.
The rain, never this cold unless washing down tears of love in its wake.
The snow, never this pliable unless capturing the steps of a lonely man on a journey.
The wind, never this wild unless blowing away the remnants of words unwritten on paper.
The dust, never rises like this unless it meets a troubled heart.
The universe rushes forward to hide, when it sees bare emotions. And hide we must then.
(Here is a recitation by me of the above. https://soundcloud.com/tanzila/universe-conspiracy-1)
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