I was natural,
you were the disaster.
I was the thunder,
the downpour,
the meadow,
the rising sun.
You were the spectator.
The tourist.
The wanderer,
who took a photo,
put it in your pocket,
and walked away.
But I've come to learn
that the sunset does't loose it's spectacular glow,
just because you stop looking.
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