The Beauty of Disaster

Flakes land in my eyelashes
I blink and shake them off,
The sky rains with ashes
I breathe in ash, and cough

The air is thick and white
a black cloud hovers above,
The sun has lost it's light
this sight I was in awe of

The volcano spews its haze
terror fills my soul,
but I cant move my gaze
The scene's beauty takes its toll

I wonder with pure curiosity
how something of this being,
full of power and atrocity
could be so full of meaning

I wonder, to this day,
and it sill confounds me
how disaster and decay
are all so full of beauty

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