The Ultimate Power
The wind batters the fragile flower,
in a test for ultimate power.
Nature cannot afford much emotion,
that is left to human devotion.
Like the grey day that ends with a shine,
or when grapes have been turned into wine.
How dawn illumines the dark of night,
and shadows disappear in the light.
When love assumes ultimate power,
the wind will caress..the fragile flower.
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