A cold harsh city, Pollution and anger shrouds it in an aura only describable by the touch of it upon your soul. When the sky lights up and the clouds pour down the sadness of every breathing person. When the tears raining from heaven falls down upon the soft faces of the people and joins with their own salted tears. This cold harsh city, sparkles and glimmers as if those tears are rinsing away all the pain, or maybe just hiding it?
Even in the darkest times, even if both heaven and earth weep in sorrows of unspeakable pain, a glorious rose will still bloom. It seems that hearts are made in pairs, made to be a puzzle for one more. Like a dust covered secret hid deep inside and the only key is a word, Love. As I stand underneath the thunder roaring storm and brush the drops away from my eyes. I saw a reality to the darkness. An elderly man and his wife whom was caught in the rain without shelter nor an umbrella huddled together as they splashed through the puddles arm in arm. Love? Has my own heartbreak blinded me to this light? All around me these couples, these lovers were being drenched and soaked down to their bones but on their faces lied a smile. In their eyes lived a fire that burns within each of their hearts, a fire that even the sands of time could not smolder. A beautiful rose in this forsaken storm, A rose breaking through the dirty trampled concrete ground to stand tall as the wind blows. I am reminded of Love.
Here, Take my umbrella.
Keep yourself dry and warm, Protect that one you love with each and every heartbeat ..
Jie Lian - 2008
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