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Your Last Day on EarthA summer rain is always like this; a light drizzle accompanied by an enchanting tune due to the cold drops hitting the surface of the world, not to forget the addicting smell of wet grass and rain-soaked earth filling the air.
A transparent vinyl umbrella he held lightly on his hand, but to open it he can't find the need to; to block the waterway to his face would break the mood induced around him, anyway. He bared his face forward to the ever changing skies. Cloudy and gray as it is now, he felt inside him a love for it doesn't change even a tiny bit.
Someone said, when you see the vast blue skies, you can always feel the urge for an adventure.
He ran a long run towards a path near a fountain inside the park, a breathtaking one to empty his now wrinkled lungs in a few minutes. He threw himself with his last ounce of strength to the soft, grassy ground, resulting in his clothes to be dirty all over. He rolled his body to positions his eyes to face a pale facade of the scenery of
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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