TheBeautifulUnkn

In the realm where fear and awe collide,
Lies a tale of nature's tempestuous stride.
A symphony of chaos, wild and free,
Where man's insignificance we come to see.

Behold, the wrath of Earth's mighty quakes,
When the ground trembles and landscapes shake.
Mountains crumble, cities crumble to dust,
Leaving hearts shattered, consumed by mistrust.

The earth's fury is a force untamed,
Unleashing hurricanes, fierce and untamed.
Winds howl and roar, their fury unbound,
Tearing asunder all in their path, profound.

Torrential rains, a deluge unleashed,
Rivers surge, boundaries breached.
Floodwaters rise, swallowing dreams,
Washing away life's fragile seams.

In darkness, the skies unleash their might,
Lightning dances, casting fearsome light.
Thunder crashes, reverberating through the night,
Echoing man's fragility in every strike.

In the rhapsodic murmur of twilight, where the penumbra of past dances,

I weave an iridescent tarantella with the phantoms of forgotten chances.

The crepuscular ballet spins, through gossamer threads of yesteryear's lullaby,

Twirling in a pas de deux of sombras, under the nonpareil indigo sky.

Through the chiaroscuro of times bygone, shadows cavort in a poignant spectacle,

Caught in the labyrinthine quagmire of memories, both saccharine and sceptical.

Here, in the half-light, where pathos and euphoria do reside,

I pirouette with the phantom echoes, along the fleeting tide.

In the opalescent embrace of moonlight, where silence dances upon my tongue,

I saunter through the sepia echoes of the unspoken, unsung.

Conversing with the umbra in the dialect of dulcet despair,

An intricate gavotte, nimbly tread through the shimmering air.

Ineffable whispers of the past, play a spectral pavane, so gentle,

I sway with the vestiges of dreams, poignant, yet incidental.

Each pirouette a pean, each plié a prayer, each leap a lament,

A macabre minuet of memories, in the hushed whisper of the firmament.

In the sable sonnet of nightfall, where the ephemeral waltzes with the etern,

I gambol with the penumbral figures, through the rhythm of taciturn.

Dancing with the umbral vestiges, a sarabande of sorrow and delight,

I find serenity in shadows, under the soft susurrus of the night.

In realms of script and scribe, on languid lexicon’s frontier,

Labor those minds resplendent, in lingual panoply so sheer.

Unseen, unheard, unheralded, they ply their noble trade,

The polyglot conveyors of prose, where thoughts and dreams are made.

From argent dawn's first dew-drenched rays to twilight’s cerulean fall,

They sieve the verbal detritus, till truth remains to enthral.

They grapple with the gnomic glyphs, in cryptic cuneiform dance,

Like alchemists, they transmute words, with a nuance-laden glance.

In the labyrinthine lexicon, they find their serried ranks,

Decoding the cacophony, in tongue-tied terms and pranks.

They parse the parables, the puns, the prescience and the pathos,

Every trope and turn of phrase, from sagacious minds of pathos.

Where epigrams and epithets in babel-babble twine,

The translators, like silent sentinels, on syntax's spectral line,

Unweave the warp and woof of words, in tapestry entwined,

They wrestle with the dialects, till meaning’s gems they find.

Their quills, the conquistadors of context, cultural code,

The cynosure of solace for the traveler on the road.

Their craft, a testament to empathy, understanding's key,

In their hands, foreign phrasing finds its filigree.

На Пикабу царит смешной бардак,

В каждом посте есть немного шарлатанства.

Искренность, сарказм, общий треп и пак,

Самое ценное здесь - честность и бравада.

То мемы разных рангов и степеней,

То истории из жизни, как пьесы.

Там каждый может быть себе королём,

Или просто частью этой вечной смеси.

Иные в криптовалюту вложат всё,

Потом жалеют о своей ошибке.

А кто-то пишет статью про ДОТУ,

И каждый ждёт своих моментов славы.

Одни там троллят, другие сражаются,

Третьи в дебри технологий уходят.

Но все под одной крышей собираются,

На Пикабу - все вместе и поодиночке.

Там люди ищут поддержку и совет,

Или просто поделиться своей новостью.

Там каждый день – нестандартный сюжет,

Здесь жизнь, здесь страсть, здесь смех и здесь грусть.