A few withered leaves rushed down the lane
The severe quiteness of the dark night whispered her tales she had never heard
Every strong gush of wind brought her a gift
A gift she dare not open
Nostalgia she had buried under the ruins of reality
She looked through the storm that was yet to come
The delapidated soul that cried for the rains
The clouds ensured they wouldnt break tonight
The soul cried harder, the clouds stronger.
And she saw a little boy walk down the street
Amazed and scared at the sight
She sprinted to save him from the storm
Chaos in her mind that never siezed
At the touch of the boy,
The winds whispered her something she had heard before
The lightning showed her sights she hadnt seen for long..
The delapidated soul dug out memoirs from the relam of reality..
Tales of childhood she wanted the night to know..
The clouds didnt break still, She did. And their was rain on her soul...
There was rain on her delapidated soul.
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