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Beautiful Disaster
Posted by The Persistant Observer
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9:13 PM
One stroke of blue
The sky blooms out in a full array of color
Beauty I see
His brush runs through the oil
The sea, it rages and the ship's in struggle
My tragedy
The hand which paints the sun
Is same that controls the storm
He's my father, my friend, and my master
When I'm on the ship
Tossed about and waiting for the storm to calm
Painted is my Beautiful Disaster.
The sky blooms out in a full array of color
Beauty I see
His brush runs through the oil
The sea, it rages and the ship's in struggle
My tragedy
The hand which paints the sun
Is same that controls the storm
He's my father, my friend, and my master
When I'm on the ship
Tossed about and waiting for the storm to calm
Painted is my Beautiful Disaster.
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