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❛ ice cold rain upon broken windows,
howling wind upon the altitude,
what is with the sky that it screams in agony and crippling depression.
those daffodils that whimper
in yellow
and the wishes we wished upon dandelions that never came true.
the girl longed for the sun and
its light,
the azure sky and the breeze
in her face.
the 4th day took away her bliss
but with a plea,
she wishes to play with
rainbows again. ❜
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exploding galaxies // -silvermist
Poetry°*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ poetry | prose ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ -lowercase intended
