It was the last day of autumn when I met the one who came like a gentle breeze and took all my senses away with that charming gleam of smile. As the person left me behind, a crispy wind passed by, shivering my heart for the first time. I felt someone broken apart but what that I didn't know. The winter took a toll that year; hurting the last leaf hanging from the tree. With the fall of the leaf my hopes rested on the snowy bed as the person didn't came to rejuvenate it with life. My heart was frozen, eyes intact; in a hope that with the next shower that person might come back.
Weeks passed, so did month. What didn't change was my wait for a person whom I barely know who had been there like the snow. For a moment's stay it took my breathe away, just like the sharp rain drop as it pours to hurt the gentle skin.
The growling winter prevailed while the rusty snow prickled. My darling didn't come to the same place again where I stood still with a tiny ray of hope that perhaps the next morning the ice would melt and the shrouded daisy would tilt up its head to blossom again with the warmth of air.
Ruthless grey walked away as the creamy spring arrived with the choicest gift in hand. I was waiting under the same tree where I saw you passing by. A sudden air thumped at heart and blurred my vision; I could see someone coming near to the same tree where by then flower bloomed; one or two on each branch; the air filled with the chirps of birds and I stared as some magic happened just right there. I realized why spring seems so pretty after all the seasons of pinks and blues as it takes away with its arrival all the roughness and dusty hues.
Weeks passed, so did month. What didn't change was my wait for a person whom I barely know who had been there like the snow. For a moment's stay it took my breathe away, just like the sharp rain drop as it pours to hurt the gentle skin.
The growling winter prevailed while the rusty snow prickled. My darling didn't come to the same place again where I stood still with a tiny ray of hope that perhaps the next morning the ice would melt and the shrouded daisy would tilt up its head to blossom again with the warmth of air.
Ruthless grey walked away as the creamy spring arrived with the choicest gift in hand. I was waiting under the same tree where I saw you passing by. A sudden air thumped at heart and blurred my vision; I could see someone coming near to the same tree where by then flower bloomed; one or two on each branch; the air filled with the chirps of birds and I stared as some magic happened just right there. I realized why spring seems so pretty after all the seasons of pinks and blues as it takes away with its arrival all the roughness and dusty hues.
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