pink blossoms in the gutters of inconvenient truth

the rains have fallen incessantly over the past four days, the thunder shaking the windows, as forks of lightning stab down at the uncaring ground beneath, a battle with no true victor

the trees that line the road have been battered by the winds, the small pinkish blossoms lay scattered in the gutters, left soaked and darkened to nearly purple as they rot

it is beauty tinged with sorrow, as the angry drivers continue on, not noticing or simply uncaring at the spectacle washing away to drift into the sewers far under the too many people

there seems to be a disconnect from the natural world, a broken wire lending more significance to the aether, a set of electronic blinders shielding them from the wasted beauty around them

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