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Challenge Drabble for October 2018's the topic is Books.
316 String Theory drabbles written — and counting.
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Después de que el relámpago
by Ruiz (as written by Greenwich)
Antes del trueno viene el relámpago.
Siempre.
Fehaciente.
Hebras plateadas de poder y luz,
entrelazadas,
bellas,
efímeras.
Por un momento,
todo es luz
luminosa,
clara.
La noche se convierte en día.
Las sombras se borran.
Nada puede esconderse
Solo la verdad es conocida,
hermosa y justa.
Pero nunca dura.
Nunca puede durar.
Una vida es un instante.
Bella. Efimera.
No puedes atraparlo
o mantenlo en tus manos,
no importa cómo lo intentes.
No importa cuántas veces lo intente.
Y después de que el relámpago pasa,
no queda nada
excepto trueno
y la oscuridad.
El Trueno,
indignado,
llorando por amor perdido.
607
by Ruiz
Six hundred and seven.
Six hundred and seven days since I saw her. Six hundred and seven nights since I last heard her voice. Six hundred and seven dawns since I lost her. Six hundred and seven sunsets since she disappeared into the dark. Six hundred and seven days since I could not stop what I did.
Six hundred and seven times replayed in dreams. Six hundred and seven times I saved her while I slept. Six hundred and seven times I awoke to discover, in truth, that I never had.
Six hundred and seven failures. And finally, one success.