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A New Step

A New Step

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A few moments exist, being so formidably new, that it holds you in surprise.

Possibly due to the stark difference, possibly due to the inhibition to change.

Being deep seated in the roots of the past does not aid.

Days of melancholy repel days of happiness, just like thunder clouds to your bright sunshine.

The flames of the sun bring in a new day, and a definite transformation.

Sometimes eras pass by with time standing still.

And when the difference arises, it takes you by surprise.

The cracks in the clouds of the old have their own beauty,

A certain pain of being split open to embrace the new.

It is a bath, cleansing the disdain and insolence that the rotting old times bring.

The rustic papers hold tales of yonder, left far behind.

The ink holds tales of deeds.

But the fresh paper with a new blot of ink,

Those are the tales that matter.


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