I watched the purple dust rise higher into the sky, thinking “How can something be so beautiful, yet so destructive at the same time?

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So chaotic, but so peaceful?

Have love, but be filled with so much hate?

Have hope, yet hold so much fear?

Be forgiving, but hold so many grudges?

Be light, but so dark?

Have empathy, but be so cold?

Hold warmth, but too much ice?

How could something so magical be so devastating?

And how could something so kind be so evil?

These thoughts drifted through my head as I listened to the silent sound of my umbrella ruffling in the wind.

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How could things end like this when all was well before?

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