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The melancholy of the rain continued to scream along heavily, with ferocious gusts of wind as it surrounded those and mimicked the monotone... The monotone of complete, utter sadness.
As the trucks rummaged through the busy roads, until finally reaching the all-too-familiar building, reversed into the once love-filled drive way.
"Beep...Beep...Beep" it's cries haunted, slowly being shallowed by the bursts of rain.
But before even the harsh reminder of the trucks beeps softened,
The rooms; now already white and four walls of dull, clear emptiness,
Enveloped and swallowed any remains of the once truly pure smile.
Eyes damp not only from the grey clouds above... But the grey clouds inside,
Mixed with the outbursts of both storm and vulnerability of towering emotion hid.
As the silhouette of the swaying lush-filled, moss trees continued to fade and disappear,
So did the girl; Leaving behind home... Along with her heart.
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PoetryImagine this… A lake, a very still, calm lake silently flowing in a small town, when suddenly, someone crosses paths with it and throws a small pebble into the lake. Life is like a pebble and you are the lake. It is still and calm until a person co...
