The poet puts down the ink on the paper, crinkled with messy crossed out notes. The vibrant pink of the sky blushing his nose, Delicate snowflakes gently adorn his wavy, black hair. The soft lantern light illuminating the brown in his dark eyes.
The sleepy, hazel-haired boy trudges out of the warm house, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and a camera in the other.
The twinkling stars brighten his large eyes, and a smile unfolds on his face as he sees the black haired boy staring up at the same sky.
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He carefully walks down down the cement steps, careful not to spoil the beautiful moment. He crouches on the last step, his slender hands holding the camera up to his eyes, and capturing the raven-haired boy in momentary euphoria.
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The moment dissipates as the black-haired poet hears the click of the camera.
A frown on his pale face.
Anger ravages the peaceful moment, The serene, pinkish snow, a red, fiery storm.
The ash-haired boy is left alone on the steps, His camera still in his hand, His tears illuminated by the soft lantern light.
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