It's ten minutes after the rain in the afternoon
The air is crisp, blowing whispers in my ears
The smell of grass caresses all my senses
The clouds subside, the sun steals a peer
In this peaceful moment of time
Reminiscing the past is not a crime
Daydreaming of the beautiful face
The only one I could call grace
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It was a holiday afternoon, and I was alone in my room looking outside the window. The sun started to shine again and everything was crystal clear, with glistening raindrops on the leaves everywhere. God I missed those good ol' friendship days with her...
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