Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Dark and brooding

One of these dark clouds has been hovering over my mind all of a sudden. Origin is again mysterious, just feel tense and down.

Maybe it will pass, maybe it won’t …………………..

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
by Percy Bysshe Shelley in Prometheus Unbound

Let hope emerge from the wreck and we shall see.

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