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On a misty sunday afternoon,

I wander around the busy streets of my old hometown,

Searching for some sort of familiarity in all the unfamiliar eyes that meet mine,

But to no avail, I look up instead, at the sky,

The only thing that hasn't changed over the time.

And as I look up, I notice how the sun stands out in the crowd of clouds,

Yet in all its glory, it somehow manages  to blend in just fine.

Unlike myself, I don't fit into these buzzing streets,

That are now filled with traffic and blaring horns,

And eager faces ready to return home.

Yet these crowded streets seem unusually deserted to me,

For the people I used to call home, are nowhere to be seen.

Carefree ghosts of their past selves now float with the air,

And if I look close enough, I might as well find mine, floating with them.

Shaking my head, I look down at my steps,

One followed by two and then the next,

Just on cue, a drop of rain falls on my cheeks, tracing my lips,

As if asking me to smile at the good memories and cherish them,

Every raindrop that follows reminds me of the beautiful times these streets held.

Soon the drizzle turns into a downpour,

Washing away all my thoughts, as I stand still on the sidewalk,

My wet sleeves cling to my arms like I had been clinging to the bitterness of change,

Again I look up and register the dark sky with no sun in sight,still enduring-ly beautiful.

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So here is the second update of the day!!!
This one is little bit longer than I wanted it to be, I will admit.

It's so nostalgic to go back to places of your past full of bittersweet memories of people who have moved apart.
Let me know what you think about this one and if you liked it or could relate please consider voting ^•^

Oh and I almost forgot to mention! Stay hydrated you cutie!

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