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My emo­tion child has gone wild, while unearthing the mem­o­ries that now have me riled.
Remem­ber­ing a time that lasted sea­sons, or those lit­tle good bye that ended rela­tion­ship for no reasons.

Clouds rum­bling, blue sky van­ish­ing, now its the time it started rain­ing.
Birds fly­ing away to their safe south­ern home, only to leave behind the dry leaves and that child all alone.

Dark­en­ing skies, loud thun­der­ing storm, leav­ing unheard the poor child’s out­cry.
Cold rain starts pour­ing, only to wash away his tear trails to be never seen again.

Ris­ing water lev­els at sea, will again wash away the sand cas­tle together with his dreams.
Turn­ing the page in a hope to find some­thing new.. only to find myself back in the time I wanted to blew.

The storm finally stopped, the evening eclipsed, I slept with noth­ing else left.
I woke up early in hope of a sunny morn­ing, only to find that It was rain­ing again.