The rain, the clouds, the downcast sky
The gaze, the look, the mist in your eyes,
That, and all other natural calamities...
Stop to whisper, to their soul-mates
The woes of the vows,
The pain clouded in the rain
They whispered the stories of love and laughter
Of valleys and hills far beyond
Of roads not taken, of scores not kept
Of the old and the new, of the plentiful and of the few
As the lull before the storm passed
A calm consumed, the wholeness still
Your eyes dint move, neither did your soul
Left behind were only the stories untold...
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