"The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise." Miguel De Cervantes
WARNING: This blog contains lots of spoilers from To Kill A Mocking bird. I suggest you read the book first, then read my opinions of it.
WARNING: This blog contains lots of spoilers from To Kill A Mocking bird. I suggest you read the book first, then read my opinions of it.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Sunrise
A golden orb emerges from the depths of the horizon
with the promise of eternal hope, after an everlasting night of choking
darkness, with only the stars piercing the sky. It is as quiet as a butterfly beating
its delicate wings, with only the sounds of far off trees crackling and the
gentle waves lapping at the pale cliffs echoing about my ears. The audience of
this sensational scene is dormant, unaware of the flawless beauty and infrequent
stillness that surrounds them. The melody of a lone bird fills the air,
breaking the peace that envelops the world at this time. Soon the business of life
will aid this bird in its mission. Soon the tranquility of this silence will
cease to exist, defeated by the ignorance of man.
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