The rain, the thunder the once she enjoyed first.
The drops now converted into teardrops now demotivating herself at the edges where darkness lies in form of pages.
Though she still has her last hopes counting the stars and a single shiny circle who itself is disappearing in the foggy clouds.
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Life Is All About Smile
PoetrySometimes you don't know what are you going to start at the point where you are standing. You just look ahead and there is infinite endless surrounding in front of you and nothing else. It so simple to take a step ahead and so hard not look back. ...
