Like the dawning of light, the rain gushed into my heart. Springtime came like glitters of golden dust, covering the sheer madness of black and white. Lonely are those who failed to see the day, glorious are the ones who bathe in the flooding spree.
Did the pain flee? Have the soothing cold frenzy set you free?
Barefoot, walk into the alley of your sanity. Let solitude warm your vanity, even when lightning strikes be at peace bleed it out with sincerity. Broken are not the hearts that have found love, only those that failed to recognize what it was. But like the spring that holds no wrath, one cannot wither without having to grow from the past.
-Spring Time
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