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The enchanting sky of a rainy day ,
the tinge of green in the grey and blue ,
looking down and walking silently ,
she halted , and
looked up to the sky ,
through the holes of the emerald tree
and sighed ;
and then there he was ,
walking ,
with his bag pack on his
broad shoulders ,
the sight of his tousled bushy hair
drew the familiar smile on her face ,
under the sky that sheltered ;
but as instantly as the smile had curved ,
so instantly it disappeared ;
because she had remembered -
she could no longer call out to him
his name ,
in the corners ,
the tears rendered
words of the unfinished letter.
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
