The breeze
As I was turning the written pages of my diary, the breeze came and turned all the pages and brought a blank page up, even the nature wanted to say that its over, get over it and start again.....
As I was trying to look out of my window remembering those moments, the breeze came gushing trying to shut my eyes off to make me sleep, even the nature wanted me to say that's over and start over it with new dreams....
As I took a long breath on remembering it, the breeze came and garrisoned my lungs and made me cough, even the nature wanted me to get it out of my senses....
As I still went on vigorously resisting the feeling of forgetting it, again....the damn breeze came and soothed my mind to forget it....
Finally, when the breeze had almost got the control of my life, when it had successfully turned my diary's pages, when it had got my eyes, when it had numbed my senses, when it had soothed my mind....I shuttered down the damn window and came back to my own self.....
As I was trying to look out of my window remembering those moments, the breeze came gushing trying to shut my eyes off to make me sleep, even the nature wanted me to say that's over and start over it with new dreams....
As I took a long breath on remembering it, the breeze came and garrisoned my lungs and made me cough, even the nature wanted me to get it out of my senses....
As I still went on vigorously resisting the feeling of forgetting it, again....the damn breeze came and soothed my mind to forget it....
Finally, when the breeze had almost got the control of my life, when it had successfully turned my diary's pages, when it had got my eyes, when it had numbed my senses, when it had soothed my mind....I shuttered down the damn window and came back to my own self.....
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