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Thief


Back in the days, when everything seemed plausible

faith was unnerving, passion was burning

it used to be very vivid

the teeming emotions of blissfulness and certainty

in a world far away from this reality

waking up to the most beautiful sunrise, music of hummingbirds

and aroma of the morning dew

then dark clouds started to appear, gusts of wind 

sky started crying, like a forsaken child 

never caressed nor nourished

just forgotten, and left there to be

 

 

 

#WhyamIstillhere2

 

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