Life was tired
granting her all goodness and wishes. Tremors hit her land sweeping away all that
was dear, leaving her all alone. Acceptance does not come easy to us. The strong
hills stood behind her, no sooner, beneath her. The swaying
winds brought to her a painful song of the dead, and a wishful invitation. She stepped
to the edge, a stone rolled down, a li’l thud and a cry. Her distracted self,
ignored the cry that slowly raised louder. The mother in her made a swift turn.
Her search ended, grabbing him in her arms. An incentive she wouldn’t want to lose.
Composed, though late and hard. Her new journey began. roaring waves tower, finding path
in the dark sails, a ship to
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Gazing out the window, was never so hurting before - disturbance that well the eyes and the heart roars, a song of melancholy hums from within - - no drop of hope the cloud gets; that could touch the skin. Watching patterns of clouds in puddles was fun before, tarred roads reflected on clouds today, making it look sore. Wish of a selfish me, was to see the crying clouds, I hoped to see the hope that wished me luck aloud. ... and then the drops poured down, in a gush to wet the ground, a melting heart, emotions drenched, dry me, but wet surround. I get to the edge, open windows, and allow the water in, the body soaked and so
the mind, in world of feelings akin - - Moist soil brings to me memories of the days bygone, for some time now, solitude is where I found the cozy zone. I believe clouds wished the same for me, water trickle down
my eyes, Earth rejoice the moments of now, while I celebrate past.