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| The Albania of my existence. |
The sky, a backlit half-globe
pierced intermittently
by Zeus's bolt, dancing across the horizon.
Misshapen clouds in a blink;
night descends heavily the next:
an SOS sent across the sky.
Nature asserts its dominance with a growl,
and I bask,
a supplicant to its beauty.
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