四十七

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It was about eight in the morning.

I sat by my desk
in front of the window
in my room.

My fingers were fixtated on the
keyboard of my computer,

but no words could be typed.

I had a document dued to submit today,
But,

My hands were frozen,
refusing to work.

A cup of tea and toast rested by the side of the computer,
left uneaten.

I couldn't help thinking
Of the I dream I saw.

Of our past.

Of our aspirations.

And of what I had become.

Suddenly,
A gush of wind blew.

I watched some petals of sakura enter in my room through the window.

Two of them seemed to stick to each other,
before the wind separated them.

One was still fluttering in the air.

While the other fell in my cup,

And eventually drowned.

It was almost scary.
Because,

That moment,
recalled me of,

Where I had gone wrong in life.

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