Feelings grow like sunrise gracing the breaking of the dawn, to the scorching peak of the sun at noon.
It may set warmly in late aftenoon, or meet its end with the rain pouring with gloom.
Thunders may alike to the sound of my beating heart, striking like lightning igniting a spark.
One day at the end of this aching road, I’d be able to wave goodbye to the memories untold.
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