Of Golden Skies and Summer Rains
When I found her, she was drinking tea.
She made everything in the background disappear: her sight is a masterful of attraction.
But that's the thing about artistic displays, they are rather expensive, exclusive and -most of all- out of reach.
I resigned to my cushioned seat, looked up and felt the few soft droplets of rain on my face.
The skies were even brighter, however it is as heavy as my daunted eyes.
I decided to get up. There'll be more of this tomorrow.
Today I must go.
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